You’re a microfluffy filly, you remember happily going to sleep with your parents and siblings, but whem you woke up, you found yourself abandoned with strange foals that all looked like you, but they all smelled weird.
You all cried for your mothers, but none of them came, luckily for you, the smart foal told you about the blue food on the floor saving you all from the pain of hunger. After a long time you all notice the sweet smell of milk, and following it you find the most delicious thing, it was incredibly better than what your mother nursed you with, it helps you forget the sadness of abandonment, instead, if you get to savor such manna, all is well.
After a while, you notice the other foals simply defecate where they are, you first think it’s simple mistakes, but after a while you get really upset.
“Hey! Why babbies be dummies and make bad poopies? Nuh now how tu make gud poopies?”
“Huuu, babbie nuh wan be bad fwuffie, buh nuh now”
“Whewe mummie, nee wickie-cwenies”
“Mummahs nuh wub babbies, nu nee mummah nu mowe.” You tell the others.“Buh poopies nuh smeww pwetty. Nee poopies away fwom pway ow be poppie-babbie.”
The others accept this, and from them on, you all stop playing and walk away a little before pooping.
Every three hours (not that you’d know) new blocks of milk appear, and you make a journey to find them by following the scent.
When you want to nap after the milk, you press yourselves in a line against the bright and warm wall and as time passes, the dark time comes, and as the light and warmth fades, you make a small fluffy pile to keep warm and for confort against the dark, but the open skies and the lack of walls make you all deadly afraid, and every time one moves in their sleep, it wakes the others in panic.
And so passes many forevers, and you live, you grow.
You’re Dr.Truman, and you stop for a moment, lifting your face from work, you get up from your desk and go grab some coffee to drink while watching your fluffies playing in the screen.
It has been two weeks since the four foals have been placed into the habitat, they growing fast as their kind does, and already are able to do their little waddling runs from one side of the glass to the other in a single day, it’s nearly time to wean them off of the milk, replacing it in their diets with water, their nutrigel surroundings, and more importantly, nuts, fruit and cooked meat.
Many people forget that fluffies, just as the pigs that composed a good part of their dna, are omnivores, unlike pigs, their digestive tracts are extremely subpar, and extract at the very best only 50% of the nutrients in the food, explaining how even runts and neglected foals can survive by eating the feces of other fluffies.
They need the nutrients found in meat, especially cooked meat, the thing that many believe to be what allowed humans to be the rullers of the world.
Indeed the majority of fluffies end up malnourished, leading to frailty, diminished intelect, infant abandonment and, seeing as the only thing fluffies are able to hunt are weaker fluffies, rampant cannibalism that is so often seen in ferals.
And you need this fluffyfarm in it’s best state, if it is as successful as what the reviews for Twain’s micros said his fluffies are, it can even aid with the company’s sales, maybe even covering the cost for the second farm and display you want, one filled with white fluffed and black maned ones, to fit the Yin-Yang theme in your offices.
Your company sells high end products for pets, and you’re almost ready to release your new Healthy Sunlight Lamp and The All-Basking Glass, if even fluffies can survive cancer free with those, it will be the perfect product for the owners of cold blooded animals, turn it on, choose the settings and let your lizard or snake enjoy all the benefits of the sun, with none of the risk! Even humans would benefit of such a miraculous product.
They asked you of course, your personal employee’s, your subordinates and even the fluffy seller. Why did you not want them to ever see humans? Would it help with the marketing too? Well, not exactly.
It was because the fluffyfarms you had before where normal, and the beings inside it drove you crazy, always trying to get your attention, always trying to talk to you while you were working, or trying to relax, and even if you changed them to a one-way glass tank it was worse, some would start acting bad once they thought you couldn’t see them, and as soon as you intervened and they realized you could still see them, they’d start trying to get your attention even harder.
So yes, you were glad to pay extra to make sure those fluffies would behave naturally, and you found the perfect seller for your needs.
As you look at the foals, you notice they’ve already started burrowing.
You’re Lady, the smart fluffy, because you are bigger and you grew faster they listen to you, one of the male foals, the one you recall being the smart one that knew about the floor being edible, has given you this name, he doesn’t know how he knew what it meant, but it is a respectful name for mares, you were so happy you decided to give the other foals names too.
The boy fluffy that gave you your own name, you’ve named Bright, because when you hug, you get all warm inside like you where hugging the bright wall.
The other boy fluffy, he is as big as you, but he is always scared, you called him Digger, because he likes to make holes in the floor to hide.
The other girl fluffy, the dancing and singing baby that likes to make the others happy, you decided was going to be called Dancer, much to her delight.
As you all eat your milk blocks, Dancer realizes something.
“Hey, why am bwockies so smaw?”
“Bwockies nu smaw, Dancew gwow big and stwong fwom numming bestest miwkies.” You correct her. “Babbies am big fwuffie soon.”
“Buh big fwuffie nu hab miwkies, miwkies am fow babbies, huu huu, nu wan be big fwuffie huu.” Bemoans Bright, and you can’t help but agree.
As you finish eating, Digger once again statts to dig, but this time he goes back to the same hole he was making before.
The three of you stop playing to look at what he was doing, he was eating and digging with his hooves so much, you can barely see his tail outside the hole.
He turns around, and walking out of the hole in the direction of the poop pile. “Nee make poopies, scuse diggew.” He says as he rubs between you and Bright while on his way.
You look at the hole in fascination, before you feel compelled to go in, the steep slope ends with your head bellow the floor, you feel safe and comfortable there, you want to go deeper.
“Wan housie, hewd hewp Diggew make howe!” You exclain as you start earing and digging further, you notice the others start to help you too, widening the hole from dark wall to bright wall.
“Hewd digging howe tu? Diggew has biggest happies, gun have bestest housies fow fewwin safe and pway!”
As the day goes, you all filled you stomachs with the blue gel and tired your hooves digging and stomping flat the loose bits.
You were all so entertained and fixated on digging, that when the milk blocks came, you were too full to eat them, and neither did you stop digging to do it!
By the time the light started to dim, you had a nice hole with space to fit the four of you, and there where a lots of blocks of milk.
Waking up, you all remember the blocks, and you feast on the then ignored milk, each foal eating three of them, and for the first time in forever, you fell you’ve had your whole fill of milk, the first time after your mother abandoned you.
You cry for the first time since that first day you met your new family, from happiness and sadness both.
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