Author Notes:
Wassup, I am back WITH SEASON 2 THAT IS, YEAHHHHHH!
I took a small break in which I just relaxed, read other people’s stories, and just vibed.
This is also a bit of a shorter chapter, but DON’T WORRY! The next few chapters in this season will be much longer, and I am excited to show you all the continuation of this series!
Season 1 - Beginning: The Fluffy Discipliner - Teaser Chapter [by LenexTLI]
It had been a month now since Michael had finished his disciplining with Princess, and Susan had updated him a few times on how much nicer Princess was, how Chocolate and their babies were, and how overall everything was great.
Michael was always neutral towards Fluffies, but in times like this he was proud of himself for having done a fantastic job, as well as being glad that he had become a Fluffy Discipliner.
Michaels Fluffies in his saferoom had also grown up quite a bit now, with Hazel, Joy, and Ray being young adult Fluffies now. He had been skeptical on whether Hazel, Ray, Joy, and Crimson would have a good relationship with Lavender and her baby after he had rescued them from his garden. But luckily, there were no issues, and they all got along perfectly fine.
Michael had taken one more job after Princess, a case where a Foal was misbehaving, but luckily that ended quickly. However, now he had decided to take a small vacation and just relax. He did not mind Fluffies, and his Fluffies were well behaved and good, but constantly being around misbehaved, rude, and sometimes asshole Fluffies was tiring.
He was now able to spend more time with his Fluffies, as well as having a lot of time to relax, watch TV, and work on his private life.
When Michael had taken on an urgent call from the nearby Fluffy-Mart about a Stallion that had killed and raped another Mare, he had met Charlotte, a brunet early-twenties woman, with freckles, medium long curly hair, and brown eyes. They had met up a few times after the job was done, going to a café, and just talking.
Michael liked Charlotte, and now as more understanding on why some Fluffies were so adamant about having a Special Friend, he hadn’t really noticed how deprived he was on human affection since he had been so busy with taking care of other people’s Fluffies for a long time now. He was just hoping that Charlotte would feel the same.
He had decided to shoot his shot, inviting Charlotte out for a date, and to his luck she had agreed.
Michael stood in front of the hallway mirror, making sure he was looking presentable and good, when Crimson trudged over to him.
“Whewe am daddeh goin’?” Crimson asked, confused.
“Daddy is going on a date.” Michael replied, grinning with excitement.
“Dwate?” Crimson asked, tilting his head not knowing what a date was.
“A date is when two people go out together, have a nice time, and you know, try to see if they work together.” Michael tried explaining, looking over at Crimson.
The cogwheels in Crimsons head turned as he tried to compute what his dad was telling him, when suddenly it clicked.
“Daddeh wan’ speshuw fwend?!” Crimson exclaimed, happy.
“Well…” Michael responded, thinking, “Yeah, that’s about it.”
Michael started walking towards the door, Crimson following him.
“Daddeh wiww hab babbehs wiff speshuw fwend?” Crimson asked, excited.
“Bit too early to assume that, buddy!” Michael laughed, scratching Crimsons had affectionately and leaving.
Crimson walked back to the living room. He was excited at the idea of his daddeh wanting to go out and find a special friend. He wondered how human babbehs looked like. He knew that Fluffy babbehs were Fluffies but small. Were human babbehs also small like fluffy babbehs? He was excited to find out, as he walked back into the safe room.
“Cwimson hope daddeh hab babbehs soon!” Crimson muttered under his breath as he walked into the safe room.
Lavender was playing with her baby, which Michael had named Winter. Winter was now a young foal, and her eyes were open, and she could talk, if not that well. Hazel and Ray were playing with their blocks, and Joy had just finished eating, having heard what Crimson had muttered.
“Daddeh wiww hab babbehs?” Joy exclaimed loudly, excited and happy.
This caught the attention of the others, Hazel and Ray quickly running over to Crimson excited at what they had heard, Lavender also now looking up at Crimson.
“Hooman babbehs!” Ray giggled and danced, Hazel following him.
“Nu, daddeh nu hab babbeh yet, buh wiww in futuwe!” Joy exclaimed, just as excited as the rest.
Crimson tried to correct them, but gave up, their excitement too much for him to try and tell them that it was not a certainty yet.
It was still winter, and Michaels Garden was as white as can be, with a few dark red spots and trails painted over the snow from when he had saved Lavender from her Special Friend who had tried to kill her baby for his ‘bestes babbeh’. The new snow falling down had hidden most of the blood, but if you looked closed you could still see it. Lavender’s Special Friends body would normally have already decomposed and rotten away if not for the ice cold temperatures preserving the body like a freezer would.
The dead Green Stallions body shifted, as a small green head peaked out from inside it. It was a young green colt, his monochromatic green fur stained with blood and dirt. He smacked his lips as he swallowed his father’s flesh.
“WUCK! Nu taste gud!” He complained, before waddling back to his bush.
It had been many, many forevers since his father had died and he had seen his dumb mother and sister. At first, he had been so incredibly hungry, and cried desperately for his mother and father for hours on end, demanding food, hugs, and other things a foal his age would want. But no one ever answered.
Eventually, due to extreme hunger, he forced himself out of the bush and into the cold, finding his father’s corpse only a few feet away from the bush. At first, he was mad that this dad was sleeping whilst he was so hungry, but then he realized that his father was dead. However, he wasn’t sad, but more so annoyed that his father died just like that.
He looked at his father’s corpse, his face frozen in pain and fear from the last moments of his life, and his skin color being a dark purple blue hue, his eyes cloudy and frozen.
That annoyance slowly dissipated though when he noticed the smell of his father’s blood, and flesh, and against his instincts telling him not to, bit into his stomach, ripping out a chunk of fluff and flesh. It tasted so bad, worse than anything he had ever tasted in his short life so far and made him want to puke. But he was so hungry that he ignored it, and thus kept eating.
His father’s corpse at this point now had his entire stomach ripped open, and a majority of his organs either devoured or half devoured. He knew to conserve this food source for as long as possible, at least until the cold times were over.
He laid down on the pile of leaves inside the bush, excited for when the cold times were over. He also promised himself that if he ever met his mother and sister again, he would give them the biggest sorry hoofies ever for leaving him like this.
He promised.
Michael picked up Charlotte at her house, she was wearing a dark opaque red dress, wore little makeup but enough to make her pretty brown eyes stand out. Michael quickly walked over to her, she getting up and the two hugging as they greeted each other.
After a short drive, they arrived at the restaurant he and Charlotte had decided to go to for their date. As they stepped out the car, Michael quickly checked his hair in the rear mirror, making sure it looked good. Crimsons talks of ‘special friend’ and ‘babbehs’ had only made him more nervous now.
They ordered food and wine, and as the time went by, Michael could feel his nervousness disappearing, and they just talked for hours. Both of them feeling butterflies in their stomach. Eventually, they decided to go, Charlotte wrapping her arms around Michaels arms as they left the restaurant. They reached his car and got in, Charlotte turning to Michael.
“I had a really great time today.” She said, smiling warmly at Michael.
“Me too, I didn’t have this much fun in a long time.” He responded, meeting her eyes.
Both made eye contact for a second too long, when they abruptly found each other in the other’s arms, kissing. Charlotte’s lips tasted sweet and warm. It was the warmth he had been longing for for a long time now. They didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, almost as if time was stopping and the world around them didn’t exist.
After what felt like forever, they finally removed their lips from another. Michael feeling Charlottes heavy, yet gentle breath on his face.
“Wanna take this back to my place?” he asked, out of breath as well.
Crimson was sitting on the couch, watching FluffyTV. The other Fluffies in the safe room had already gone to sleep, but he couldn’t sleep yet, so he had decided to watch a bit of TV and then go to sleep. Crimson looked at the clock, not knowing what it read, but being able to somewhat tell the time depending on where the clocks arms were.
“When am daddeh home?” Crimson muttered, when he suddenly heard the front door opening.
He was about to call for his daddeh in excitement, when he saw his daddeh stumble down the hallway with another person, the two of them in each other’s arms and doing something he could not identify as they pressed their faces together. Crimson could tell however that the other human he was seeing was a woman, she smelled pretty.
He watched the two of them quickly going up the stairs and towards daddehs bedroom. He continued to look up the stairs, hearing the door to daddehs bedroom open, and then close. Crimson sat there in silence for a minute as he heard damped moaning coming fainlty from the bedroom.
He just sat there, his brain working on figuring out what was going on. Then it clicked.
Crimson grinned, “Daddeh hab speshuw fwend nao.”