The clock read 12:11 PM as Micheal woke up. He quickly got himself ready for the day and made his way into the basement to Princess. She was singing to her babies.
“Mummah wub babbehs. Babbehs wub mummah. Babbehs be bestes’ babbehs ebah. Mummah am bestes’ mummah ebah.” she sang, the babies chirping and peeping at her loving words.
She stopped singing the moment she noticed Micheal.
“Daddeh, daddeh!” She quickly yelped, clearly a bit distressed. “Daddeh know whewe Chocowate am at, nu hab seen him since wastes’ bwite time. Babbehs nee’ daddeh, an’…an’ mummah nee’ too!”
“Is he not here?” Micheal asked, feigning ignorance.
“Nu, Chocowate nu hewe, an’ am concewned!” Princess responded, suddenly gasping, “What if Chocowate wan ‘way fwom mummah an’ babbehs?”
“That is indeed concerning, but don’t worry Princess!” Micheal reassured her, “Chocolate is the best Stallion in the world, and he would not run away from you. I mean, obviously, you are the best Mare in the whole world, right?”
“Of couwse!” Princess proudly said, when a wave of doubt hit her.
What if she wasn’t the best mare in the world? But that made no sense, her babbehs are the best babbehs in the world after all, so obviously she should be the best mare in the whole world.
Unless…her babbehs weren’t the best babbehs in the world? No, that couldn’t be, it just couldn’t be.
Princess looked down at her chiripy-babbehs, them all chirping and peeping at each other adorably,
She picked up the small grey Alicorn filly from the bundle. It peeped and chirped in distress at first when suddenly picked, but as soon as she smelled her mother and felt her warmth, she calmed down, cooing at the apparent hug.
Princess looked at this baby because it had wingies, like Princess, but also had a pointie on its head. Which was odd. It smelled fine, looked fine, and even behaved like a good babbeh, but something was off, could Princess feel in her heart, or brain?
She couldn’t explain it, but something inside her was telling her that something was off with the small filly. Princess had heard of runts that made mummahs feel weird when looking at them. Was this baby a runt?
She didn’t know.
She gently placed the foal back in in her fur with the others, lying down to sleep. She would just ask Chocolate was back. Maybe he was out to find bestest nummies for bestest babbehs and mummah? Yeah, that had to be it!
Micheal at this point had left the basement, having grabbed his keys and gone outside to drive to the Fluffy-Mart due to it soon being 3:30. As he stepped outside, he felt the air had gotten noticeably colder, and he could see small traces of frost on the morning dew on some pieces of grass.
Winter was coming, but luckily all of his Fluffies. I mean, which Fluffy would willing be outside when winter came.
“Wabendah feews cowd, speshuw-fwend, nu gud fo’ tummy-babbehs an’ soon-mummah!” Lavender exclaimed, now very bloated and unable to move by herself.
“Nu wowwy, speshuw fwend make suwe soon mummah hab enough nummies an’ wawmsies su nu hab huwties fwom mean cowd!” The green and yellow stallion responded, piling more leaves around the bush and Lavender.
“That feew nice, fank 'ou speshuw-fwend!” Lavender cooed at the little warmth the leaves provided, giving him a gentle lick of affection.
The two expected parents cuddled up together for warmth, Lavender cooing in his warmth. Both of them were sooooo excited for Lavenders tummeh-babbehs to come out and for them to give them the biggest huggies in the world!
The green stallion carefully placed a Raspberry in Lavenders mouth, the mare happily chewing down on it and savoring its sweet taste. He smiled at his great gathering and supplying skills. But he had failed to notice that some of the other Raspberry bushes had slowly started producing less berries.
Michael finally arrived at the Fluffy-Mart, getting out of the car. He checked his phone, it reading 3:29 PM. He was on time. He quickly walked inside the store.
As the electronic stores opened, they did so with a small and cute jingle. The inside of the store was noticeably warmer, and very, very colorful, decorated with all sorts of bright and happy colors. It was almost too bright.
He walked up to the front desk, a woman in her mid-forties sitting there, reading something on her phone. As she noticed Micheal walking up, she placed her phone down, smiling at him.
“Hello, welcome to Fluffy-Mart, what can I do for you?”
“Hey, I was called this morning about a problematic Fluffy? My name is Micheal Adams.”
“Ah, yes, Charlotte called you, let me call her quickly, one second please!” the woman said, getting up and walking into the ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY SECTION’.
Micheal waited, his eyes wandering through the store.
The store was divided into various sections, all labeled with big signs to say what they were about. ‘Food,’ ‘Training,’ ‘Punishment,’ ‘Toys,’ and ‘Fluffies’ were some of the first signs he noticed when he had walked into the store.
From a quick glance, he was able to tell what each section had.
The ‘Food’ section had kibble, snacks, medicinal food, extra nutritional kibble, formula milk, and spaghetti, a Fluffies favorite.
In the ‘Training’ section there were things like miniature treadmills, large hamster wheels, and very interactive toys that made Fluffies exercise whilst playing, but also food items often used for weaning foals to stop drinking milk if they didn’t by themselves.
The ‘Punishment’ section had things like sorry-boxes, small whip like things called sorry-sticks, but also more cruel things like bad-sketties, and sour-milk, milking machines (the ones you strap a fluffy in unwillingly), and restraints.
The ‘Toy’ section had, as expected, Fluffy toys like balls, blocks, and other things a Fluffy would love.
Lastly, the ‘Fluffy’ section had, well, Fluffies in a sort of display section. The displays had cards on them displaying the Fluffies Gender, Type, Price, and etc.
As Micheal peeked more into the ‘Fluffies’ area, someone tapped him on the shoulder gently.
He spun around, seeing a woman in her early or mid-twenties standing there. She was shorter than Micheal, had light brown hair that was straight at the top and started curling a bit towards the ends. She had a small nose that contrasted with her overall petite facial features, white skin with red undertones and a few freckles, and dark blue eyes.
“You are Micheal, right?” she asked, a bit nervous.
“Yes, and you’re Charlotte, right?” Micheal responded, giving her a warm smile.
“Thank god, I thought I had just tapped a random person on the shoulder!” Charlotte laughed, “Okay, well, follow me, I will show you the ‘problematic’ Fluffy."
She guided Micheal towards the ‘Fluffy’ section and down the aisle.
As they walked past the many enclosures, Micheal was bombarded with a never ending parade of “New daddeh?”, “Gib upsies!”, “Hooman take Fwuffies home?”
They finally reached the end of the aisle and entered another section behind a door. This section looked like the earlier one, but instead of cute enclosures with things full of toys and many Fluffies, they looked more like cages, with no toys and only singular Fluffies sitting inside them, most not looking so happy.
“This section here is for misbehaving Fluffies.” Charlotte explained, “So, Fluffies that bully other Fluffies, hurt them, or worse like mothers trying to or having killed a child, Smarties, and the whole ordeal.”
Micheal nodded, examining the Fluffies inside the cages.
After a short walk, Charlotte stopped in front of a cage with a Yellow Stallion with a red mane inside, walking around apparently randomly, as if searching for something.
“THAT, right there, is the problem Fluffy.” Charlotte said, taking a look at Micheal.
“Dummeh hooman gib Smawty bestest babbeh su Smawty can hab gud feews!” The yellow Stallion loudly demanded, puffing his cheeks and chest up as he looked at them.
“Did he just…?” Micheal asked, the Stallion interrupting him.
“Dummeh hooman gib enfie babbeh nao, ow Smawty gib wowstes’ sowwy hoofies!”
Micheal was stunned. He had heard of some Fluffies raping and using new born and weaning foals to feel good, but had never actually seen it, until now.
“Dummeh hooman!” The Fluffy said, looking at Micheal, “Dummeh Wady dewe nu gib Smawty enfie babbeh, su 'ou gib Fwuffy, nao ow hooman wiww wegwet it!”
“You can see the issue…” Charlotte sighed.
“Yeah, I definitely can!” Micheal replied, upset at the Smarties demands.
“So,” Charlotte said, ignoring the Smarties pleas of ‘enfie babbeh’ and turning to Micheal, “What’s your plan?”
