Hi everyone. This is my first story on here. I have been lurking and enjoying fluffy content for about a year now. I am a big fan of Wolfram Sparks, his story Millie brought me into our community.
Michael, a 42 year old college professor stared out his office window. Sitting at work he started to think about the previous day when he got home from work and found most of his valuables, his girlfriend, and all of her things gone with no note. He had kissed her goodbye the previous morning and thought everything was fine. She had run out on him about a dozen times before due to her personality disorder, and Michael just about had enough. Itâs a shame, he thought, she was very attractive, but it seems everyone has some fatal flaw. Every woman he had been with in years past had some fatal flaw that killed the relationship. Michael himself kept his blood lust and psychopathic desires under wraps. Nobody is perfect. Shrugging, he got up from his desk and walked out of the building to his car, when this high pitched annoying voice caught his attention. Looking down, he saw this obnoxiously pink fluffy with a yellow mane and tail. There were three foals on its back, one was bright green, a blue one, and a pink one, and one brown one that was just laying on the concrete.
Be nu daddie and give fluffy an babbehs nice warm housie an sketties an toysies?
What an obnoxious invention, thought Michael. Why in the world would Hashbro make such a parasitic thing? Clearing his throat, Michael says
âno sorryâŚI donât want a pet and I have a lot going on right nowâ.
Pwease be nu daddie and give fluffy an babbehs sketties an safe-woom!!
Jesus, these things are demanding, he thought. This thing reminds me of one of my many ex-girlfriends some with or without kids, coming into my life demanding I use my resources on them. What a fucking parasite.
The fluffy continued ranting about sketties and nummies as Michaelâs internal monologue began to make him see all of his failed relationships in this fluffy creature. This thing wants into my house, it wants to consume my resources and spend my money on toysâŚwhat fucking nerve this thing hasâŚso entitledâŚwhat a parasite. Suddenly Michael felt a cold pleasure as he thought about how good it would be to kill this thing. He couldnât just stomp it on campus, people would see, and public opinion of him was too high for such a thing. No this would need to be done secretly, and in private. Clearing his throat Michael says,
âUmmâŚok fluffyâŚyou can come home with meâ and with that a dark smile washed over Michaelâs face. The fluffy mother and foals all let out excited exclamations.
âYay nu daddie!!!â
âBabbeh wub daddieâ
One of the foals starts to dance around waving its arms around like its having a seizure. âBabbeh am dancie babbeh. Dancie fo you!â
Michael grimaces at the sights and sounds before him in disgust but tries to muster a smile. To anyone with an IQ above 50 its obvious that the smile is not genuine but the fluffies all continue their celebration babbling about âwub daddyâ, âdancie babbeh is gud babbeh fo youâ, and the mother âdaddy take fluffy to nice housie noa?â
Michael puts them in the backseat of his car and starts the engine, causing all of the fluffies to void their bowels immediately with
âvroom vroom munstah scary!!!â
And a chorus of âpeep!!! Chirp!!â from the foals.
Michael nearly vomits from the rancid smell and then realizes he will probably have to buy a new car if he doesnât want to drive a 4 cylinder litter box around, and rolls his eyes and exhales in frustration. âBAD FLUFFIES!! NO!!! DONâT SHIT IN MY CAR!â. This causes an outcry of
âFluffy sowwy daddy make scardie poopies from vroom vroom munstah! Am gud fluffy!â as the foals all cry out âam gud babbeh!â and âmake besties poopies am bestest babbehâ from the pink one. Michael took note of that and thought 'Iâll have to kill that one in a special way.
Michael pulls into his driveway with all the windows down and makes a note to himself to clean the car before driving to work tomorrow morningâŚwhat a fucking pain. He motions for the mother to get out of the car, but she takes too long, and he grows impatient and picks her up by the scruff of her neck with two fingers roughly.
âNuuu bad upsies!!â as Michael plops her on the pavement of the driveway as two of her foals fall off. The brown foal just lays on the floor mat not protesting like the other foals, and Michael gently picks up the pathetic creature and puts it down.
Once inside the house, Michael says âwhat are your names?â The fluffy looks sad and replies âNu has namsies daddy am fluffy am gud fluffiesâ. Michael grimaces again, he hates the way these things talk. âOk Iâll give all of you names so I can address all of youâ. This causes an eruption of âfluffy am has namies now?! wub daddeh best daddeh eba!!â
Michael decides to name them after his ex-girlfriends to give the upcoming abuse more meaning for him. He smirks knowing that of course they have no idea why he has chosen those names for them. Ok fluffies, pointing at the mother first, âyou are Katelynâ, then points at the foals and says âand youâre Laura, Vanessa, Mary, and Madisonâ. The blue foal is obviously a boy but Michael thought âwho the hell cares?â. The fluffies all stupidly accepted their names with declarations like âbestest namsies eba!â. Katelyn teary eyed says âKatewin wub namsie daddeh bestest daddeh eba!â
Kaitlyn then arranges her foals in front of her and says âLauwa is bestest babbeh am pink like mummahâŚan Vaneffa is blu babbeh he smartie, and Mawy is green babbeh, and silly daddeh give namesie to poopie babbeh. Poopie babbeh nu haf namsiesâ
Michael ignores her rant and says âyeah yeahâŚok go into the bathroom while I get the house ready for youâŚitâs tile and easy to cleanâ.
Michael locks the fluffies in the bathroom where they canât destroy much and goes online to read about supplies and keeping fluffies. âWell looks like I need to run to Fluffymartâ. He gets his keys and gets back into his rancid car. He had almost forgotten, until the smell punched him in the face. Rolling all the windows down he drives to the Fluffymart and picks up a litter box, kibble, a sorry stick pack, a ball, and some blocks. The Fluffymart employee made mention of a pillow station and Michael said âmaybe later thanksâ. Michael thought âI will have to research what pillowing entails laterâ. Getting back to the house he sets up their safe-room in the guest bedroom. The room didnât look like much but the fluffies acted like they had just been let into a palace when they saw it.
âBestest daddeh gib bestest safe woom to fluffies. Wub daddeh!!â
The foals begin to play with the blocks and dance around like idiots as Kaitlyn looks at them all with this smug proud mummah face that tempts Michael to smash the creature with a hammer.
Michael cleaned out his car and then went to the fluffy safe-room to check on his new house guests. âOk fluffies listen up! Do not make bad poopies, you need to use the litter box! I will punish you if you make bad poopies do you understand?â Looking scared Katelyn says âKatewin understan daddeh only make bestest gud poopies for daddehâ. Michael rolls his eyes at this and signs trying not to let his mask of âgood daddehâ slip.
Michael brings a tv into the room and puts on fluffy TV for the fluffy idiots. âOk I am very tired so put yourselves to bed, and I will leave fluffy TV on for you.â With that Michael went to bed leaving the fluffies up to their own vices.
The next morning Michael awakens to Katelyn demanding ânummiesâ to make âbestest milkies for bestest babbiesâ. Jesus Christ, Michael thought, I canât kill these things fast enoughâŚbut I need to take my time if it is to be satisfying. Kaitlyn sits there humming some stupid song for her foals.
âMummah wub babbeh, babbeh wub mummah, gib bestest milkies babbeh grow big an strongâ. Michael watches as the pink and blue foal greedily drink, followed by the blue one trading places with the blue one. The brown foal then tries to get milk which is immediately met with a hoof from Kaitlyn crushing half itâs body.
âDummeh poopie fluffy get foreba sweepies!!â
Michael watched the display mildly amused and thought âwellâŚI suppose I should care about thisâŚnow there are blood stains on the carpet from that foalâ
âYOU ARE A BAD MOMMA!!! YOU JUST KILLED YOUR OWN BABY FOR ASKING FOR MILK!!â
"Nuuu daddeh!! Am gud fluffy!!! Dat am dummeh poopie babbeh!!
âIâll deal with you later Kaitlyn! I have to go to work and when I come home you four had better be good!â
âAms gud fluffies daddehâ.
Michael picks up the dead still twitching foal and chucks it into the kitchen trash, takes a last look at the fluffies, and leaves the house.
Michael grimaces as he sits in his car that still smells like a zoo. Getting to work he hopes his clothes donât smell like the âscardie poopiesâ from those worthless shit-rats.
Bored on a Friday afternoon, sitting in his office Michael researches what pillowing is that the Fluffymart employee mentioned last night. He laughed out loud to himself as he read how tortuous the procedure is and how damaging it is to the fluffys that canât run, play with blocks, or give hugs. Chuckling Michael thought, even with legs fluffys are pretty useless. This is going to be funny and give me a lot of stress relief. I just have to wait until the fluffys do something to warrant a punishment.
Getting home he opens the door and hears a chorus of âdaddeh ams homsie!!â and âwub daddeh!!â Immediately Michael is hit with the smell of shit as he enters the safe-room. Several small piles of poopies lay scattered around the safe-room. âKatelyn! What did I say about the litter-box?! These are bad poopies!!â
The yelling causes two of the foals to make âscardie poopiesâ all over the floor making Michael sigh and groan. After clean up he picks up Katelyn by the scruff of her neck and begins to scold her as he notices the flat-screen TV is on the floor with a cracked screen. âI just fucking bought that TV!!! What the fuck happened?!â Internally Michael thought âand I thought I would have to wait for them to do something wrong. Silly meâ.
The trembling fluffy in his grasp begins to explain âFluffy see babbehs on tee-bee and wanna give huggies to babbeh they am gud babbehs and tee-bee fall downâ.
Michael took a deep breath and silently counted to 10, otherwise he would have snapped the creatureâs neck then and there. âYou are obviously not able to be left alone the way you are now. I cannot afford to have you breaking things and being foolish when I am at work. Do you understand? I am going to need to take drastic action to make sure you never break anything again.â
The fluffy just stared at him and replies with âKatewin wub daddeh am bestest daddeh eba! Katewin prowmis daddeh neba bwek anyfin eba againâ.
Michael sighs and says âso thatâs a noâŚyou donât understandâŚokâŚwell you will soon enough. Do you know what a pillow fluffy is Katelyn?â
The fluffy looks confused âwat am piwwow fluffy daddeh?â
Internally laughsâŚoh it doesnât even understand what is going to happen, itâs a surprise. This is too good. âWell Katelyn pillow fluffs have their arms and legs cut off. So they canât run, or play with blocks, or give huggies anymoreâ.
Katelyn looks confused for a few seconds until the reality of Daddy just said sinks in, and the confused look is replaced with a look of terror as she lets out some scardie poopies. âBuh buh daddeh fluffy am fo huggies an wub an pway an wun! They is gud weggiesâ
âKatelyn!!! WHAT DID i SAY ABOUT BAD POOPIES? YOU ARE A BAD FLUFFY!! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY YOUâRE BECOMING A PILLOW FLUFFY!!â
âNuuu daddeh am gud fluffy! Fluffy need weggies for run an pway an huggies! Am gud weggies!!â Katelyn lets out more scardie poopies when daddy just smiles back at her after hearing her pleas about âgud weggiesâ.
âWell first thing in the morning weâre going to Fluffymart, they have a pillowing station there. Why donât you enjoy your leggies while you have themâ
âNuuu daddeh am gud fuffly huhh huhh huhh!!!â Katelyn begins sucking on her hoof in a desperate attempt to comfort herself. âAm gud fluffy daddeh, Katewinn wub ou! Gib Katewinn huggies and wub?â
âNo I donât think so Katelyn. Only good fluffies get huggies and you are a very bad fluffy.â Michael turns to leave the safe room and shuts the door behind him hearing KAtelynâs âhuh huhhh huhhhâ through the door as the foals notice mummah is crying. âMummah look am dancie babbeh. Dancie fo ou!!ââŚâAms mummah give babbeh huggies?â
The foals all watch this scene horrified in the corner as they say things like.
Vanessa: âDaddeh ams scawy munstah?â
Mary: âBabbeh am gud babbeh keep weggies?â
Laura: âMummah sabe bestest babbeh fwom daddehâ
Michael goes to bed trying to daydream something equally horrible for the foals, and then it hits him and he goes to bed with a smirk on his face.
Michaelâs alarm goes off on Saturday morning, and after a few seconds he realizes what he had planned this morning and smiles. He gets dressed and ready to go before entering the safe room where the fluffys are still comforting their huh huhhing mother. God I hate these things, he thinks. This is going to be so satisfying ripping Katelynâs world apart.
Entering into the safe room Michael puts on his biggest grin and says âLets all go to Fluffymart!! Itâll be fun!!â
âKatwin wub ou daddeh. Katwin can keep weggies?â
âOh no haha but good try. Besides I think you will look better and be happier not breaking anything as a pillow fluffy. Nobody wanted to give you huggies anyway Katelyn because youâre a bad fluffy. So bad fluffies donât need leggiesâ
The fluffyâs tiny brain started to work out that she was a bad fluffy for breaking the tee-beeâŚand she did make bad poopies more than onceâŚmaybe she really was a bad fluffy!! Maybe daddeh was right and nobody wanted to give her huggiesâŚafter-all she IS a bad fluffy.
Daddeh loaded up the foals and Katelyn into a fluffy carrier and put them in the car. They ruined his car once with âscardie poopiesâ he wasnât going to do that again.
Driving there he hears Kaitlyn sing to Laura, Vanessa, and Mary.
Mummah wub babbehs, babbehs wub mummah, bestest milkies fo babbehsâŚ
Michael turns up the radio to drown out the nauseating song, feeling a adrenaline rush knowing how fun pillowing Kaitlyn will be for him.
Arriving at the Fluffymart Michael walks over to the pillow station and puts a dollar in the machine. The screen on the control display lights up with a number of options and four holes open on a platform with a visual display of a fluffy being placed in the machine with their legs through the holes.
Michael places Katelyn on the platform and four clamps lock onto her hooves. Katelyn is all out of scardie poopies and lets out noxious gas as she trembles in the machine crying asking daddeh for âfluffy can keep weggies cuz fluffy wub ou daddeh?â Michael ignores all this nonsense and turns his attention to the display screen that is full of options.
Pillowing Station
Select number of Leggies to remove
1
2
3
4
Michael selects 4 and a new screen comes up.
Pillowing Station
Select mechanism for leggie removal
- Scissors
- Saw
- Pulling/Dislocation
- Variety
Michael selects 4 again with a grin. An additional screen pops up making Michael think âthis thing is comprehensive, I love itâ.
Pillowing Station
Would you like to add psychological abuse to your service?
- Yes: Please deposit an additional 25 cents
- No: Free
Michael fishes around in his pocket for another quarter and smiles at Kaitlyn âI wouldnât want you to not experience everything this machine has to offer. I am a good daddeh after-all.â Michael chuckles as Kaitlyn huh huhs not even knowing what heâs talking about. Pressing 1 and inserting another quarter, a screen pops up in front of Kaitlynâs face showing Fluffies running, dancing, hugging other fluffies, and playing with blocks. Kaitlyn watches for about 15 seconds before crying harder and saying âThe teebee is being a meanie and show Kaitwin leggie fluffies and am gonna be no leggie poopie fluffyâ
Michael looks at the final screen option and grins.
Pillowing Station
- Start: Slow leggie removal maximum torture
- Start: Fast most efficient
âWell I have no where to be todayâ. Michael hits 1. and seeâs a 10 second count-down start.
âReady to be a no leggie fluffy Kaitlyn? The leggie monster is going to take them nowâ.
Nuuuu SAB KAITWIN FROM WEGGIE MUNSTAH DADDEH! AM GUD WEGGIES AN NEED FOR WUN AN PWAY AN HUGGIEâŚ"
Kaitlynâs rant about running and playing is cut short when she feels two sharp blades surround her left hind leg and slowly start to squeeze.
WURSTEST HURTIEES SCREEEEEEEEE!!! NUUUU TAKE WEGGIES SABE BABBEH MUMMAH SABE BABBEH!!!
The fluffy no longer remembers its name and just starts referring to itself as âbabbehâ. The blades begin to cut through the fluff and down to the skin where Kaitlynâs other legs twitch from the pain and she begins to chirp and peep loudly. A loud crunch can be heard as the sheers slice through the bone and the first leggie drops into a collection bucket at the bottom of the machine. Robotic arms cauterize the wound and the machine pauses to allow the fluffy to feel the terror of what is coming next and appreciate the pain from the previous leg being cut off.
WURSTEST HURTIES DADDEH!!! MUNSTAH TAKE WEGGIES SABE BABBEH FROM MUNSTAH!!! THEY IS GUD WEGGIES NE FO WUN
The fluffy is cut off again in its rant as the sound of a band-saw can be heard inside the machine moving towards the other hind leg as a very slow speed. The blade barely makes contact with the fluff as some of her ridiculous pink fluff can be seen falling to the collection bucket, followed by drips of blood and finally the entire leg.
Kaitlyn is weezing and kaf kaf kafing from the pain of it as the machine heals her second stump.
âStill two weggies to go KaitlynâŚhaha ready?â
"Nuuuuuu daddeh huh huhh fluffy has worstest hurties need huggies fo make better. Nee mommah for hurtiesâŚbabbeh am gud fluff ne huggâŚeeeee screeeeee!!!
The fluffyâs rant is again cut short by a pair of pliers securely grabbing her right front leg and twisting and pulling. Michael laughs and goes âwow!!â as the machine twists and pulls the leg off like the leg on a roasted chicken, ripping flesh and creating a more gruesome leggie stump than the previous two.
SCCCREEEEEEEEEE!!! PEEEEPP!!! CHIRRRPPPPPP!!! SABE BABBEH!!! SABE BABBEH FROM WEGGIE MUNSTAH!!! MUMMAH HEWP BABBEH!!!
âOk! Last one!â Michael thought âthis is a lot of fun, I wish it wasnât almost overâ.
Kaitlyn is simply letting out nonsensical chirps and peeps at this point when two metal plates flank her final leggie. The plates are thick steel sheets that progressively move closer together into a vice. Michael thought âthe last one is a crushing deviceâŚhow clever, whoever made this machineâ
The fluffyâs chirps and peeps stop as the plates start to squeeze to the pain becoming unbearable as the leg is crushed so flat that when the plates move downward the leg simply falls off and drops into the collection bucket.
Kaitlyn is passed out at this point and all of her foals in the carrier that have been listening to this have all made a terrible mess with scardie poopies. Michael cleans the carrier out at one of the complementary cleaning stations, gets in the car and drives home with Kaitlyn passed out.
Reaching down he grabs the foals who all now refer to him as âmunstah daddehâ and grabs Laura but the scruff of her neck hard,
âBad upsies nu!!! bad fo fluffy!!â and drops her not so gently into the carrier. Followed by Vanessa and Mary who also yell about âbad upsiesâ.
Now it was time to have fun with the foals while Kaitlyn was passed out. Michael gets home and it doesnât take long for the foals to start asking for âmilkiesâ and chirping and peeping for âmummahâ.
âOk babies, itâs time for monster daddy to have some fun!â
Laura: âNu wan munstah funâŚam bestest bebbeh am gud babbehâŚâ
Michael picks up Laura by her scruffâŚâNUU BAD UPSIES!!ââŚand plops her on the kitchen counter.
âBabbehs ams fo wub an huggiiesâŚâ
Lauraâs rant is cut short by a quick stroke across her face with a thorny sorry stick.
SCREEEEEE PEEP MUMMAH SABE BABBEH!!! PWEASE SABE FROM MUNSTAH DADDEH!!
SMACK
SCREEEEE NUUUUU HUHH HUHH NU MOAR HURTIES!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
PEEEEEEEEP!!! CHIRP!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK CHIRP!!! PEEP!!! SMACK SMACK SMACK
The foal lay on Michaelâs kitchen counter bleeding, broken, and barely alive, quietly chirping.
Michael picks up Mary who also starts a rant about âbad upsiesâ and âbabbeh am fo huggies an wubâ.
Michael puts her in a plastic tupperware, cuts a small hole in the lid, and closes it. The fluffy can barely be heard through the plastic about âhuggies and wubâ. Michael puts a kettle on the stove with water and waits for it to boil as the fluffy rants on about milkies and huggies. Finally the kettle whistles and Michael says,
âReady for a bath Mary?â
"Nuuuu wawa is bad fo fluffy!! Mawwy no likey munstah daddeh wawaâŚfluffy amâŚSCREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Scolding hot water is poured through the hole in the lid as it scorches Maryâs hooves.
âWORSTEST BURNIE HURTIES!!! SCREEEE !!! PEEEP!!!â
The foal peeps and chirps for about 10 seconds before falling silent and just floating in the hot water inside the tupperware.
âWell that was funâŚok last oneâŚVanessa! Youâre up! Time for fun!â
âNu!!! nuuuuuu nu wan munstah fun! Babbeh ams for wub and huggiesâŚâ
âVanessa do you like sketties?â
Hesitantly the foal says âyusâŚmunstah daddehâŚbabbeh can has sketties?â
âSure!!! Thatâs what daddy is for sketties and love and huggies!!â
The foal immediately forgets watching her siblings die horrible deaths due to the selfish want for âskettiesâ. This is so typical of my exs only caring about themselves he thought.
Michael gets a pot out fills it with water, and turns on the fire. He takes another pot out and pours some sauce into it and turns that burner on. Once the water starts to boil he puts in the pasta with some salt, and adds some salt to the sauce as well as the sauce starts to boil.
âVanessa what goes with sketties?â
The foal looks confused and just starts to dance and sing âBabbeh am gud babbeh, gud babbeh get skettiesâ
âWell meatballs need to be added to it. Otherwise its just pasta and red sauce.â
Michael picks up Vanessa gently not to interrupt the âskettiesâ song, and holds her over the pot of boiling tomato sauce and drops her in. Her song is immediately replace with loud squeels of pain and nonsensical chirping for all of 10 seconds before the foal sinks into the boiling sauce. Michael tosses the other two dead foals into the sauce as well and stirs it.
Kaitlyn is still asleep as Michael stacks a few blocks in front of her and puts the new TV on in front of her with the run and play fluffy channel on. The smell of âskettiesâ wakes her up and she immediately forgets about her ordeal chalking it up to a âbad scawy sweepy tyme pictuahâ.
âDaddeh!! Kaitwin hab worstest sweepy tyme pictuah that weggie munstah take weggies!â
âOh thatâs just terribleâŚcome walk over here for sketties!!â
âKaitwin wub ou daddeh, ou bestest daddeh eba gib fluffy sketties!â
Kaitlynâs stumps wiggle back and forth as the confused creature wobbles side to side trying to get the âskettiesâ.
âMeanie weggies no wisten daddehâŚwhy dey no wistenâ
Michael leans down and pinches one of her stumps. âBecause you were a bad fluffy and the leggie monster ate your leggiesâ
Kaitlyn looks down in horror at the ugly Frankenstein stumps wiggling when she tries to move her leggies.
âNuuuuu need weggies fo wun an pway an huggiesâ
Michael enjoys the suffering of entitled little bitch, and then moves the skettie plate closer to the fluffy can eat. Between âhuh huhhsâ, Kaitlyn eats the pasta, with the sound of crunching as she eats some of the meatballs.
âDaddeh where am babbehs? Dey nee mummah fo huggies, an wub, an milkiesâ
Michael just grins watching the fluffy eat her foals in the pasta as she continues to cry about her âweggiesâ.
âYouâre eating them KaitlynâŚI made sketties with your babbehsâ
âBuhâŚbuh sketties taste pwettyâŚlikey skettiesâŚbabbehs nu am fo nummiesâŚâ
âOnly a really bad mother would eat her own foals in skettiesâŚyou really are a bad fluffyâŚthatâs why you have no leggiesâ.
A look of defeat and hopelessness washes over the stupid creatures face as it takes another bite of the yummy skettiesâŚeven knowing it is made of her own babbehs.
Michael chuckles. âYou know what Kaitlyn? I am going to take really good care of you, so you live a long long time with meâŚunlike the real Kaitlyn who was a bitch and ran awayâŚâ Michael pinches a stump and playfully teases âno running away heheâ.
âwan dieâŚwan dieâŚwan dieâŚwan dieâ
âNOâ Michael smiles down at her softly petting her fluff.