The fluffyhunters vignette #3" recreation
takes place after : The fluffyhunters part three: “stylite" by whackadoo1997 - Fluffy Text Self-Posting - FluffyCommunity
The hunters were in their recreation area, as many of them ran around the two sat facing each other, the SBS foal between them both. As usual, recreationw as done sans armor. Dumpling was Peeping and cooing as he felt safe, his limited intelligence making him happy enough to be surrounded by those that were recognized as loved ones, loved ones being mutated fluffy cyborgs. to the foal, they smelled exactly like it’s kin, but with strange and weird smells of silicone rubber and polished steel. The two hunters nudged it with their muzzles, and even gently patted it with their exercise hooves. Unlike their working attire, they were outfitted with softer synthetic tissue arms and legs for when they were doing exercises and recreational activities inside the facility. The older of the two lifted his split silicone hoof to the little one’s mouth, and it grabbed it, instinctively suckling on it as though it were a teat.
“Dumpling. That’s not going to give you milk. It’s a hoof.”
Nevertheless, he suckled onwards.
“Dumpling, cease this behavior”
“Come now older brother, let the little one dream.” The dark orange stallion stared at the grassy green stallion in the eyes, playfully smiling. His stainless steel dental crowns glimmered. “Am I going to have to tell father that you’re all out of milk.” The green stallion rolled his eyes. “I’ll bite you.” “F-16, all clapped out and dried at the teat!” “g-11 you little bastard-” he pulled his hoof out of dumpling’s tender little maw, and leapt up in one fluid motion. G11 jumped up and ran away, immediately vaulting over a soft rubber gymnastics platform that lined the wall with other equipment of similar function. F16 gave Chase with a matched attitude of fury and levity, his hooves thundering. G11 ran serpentine between two of his brothers who were simply playing with a tetherball mounted on the floor, f16 ran through, smacking the ball square in his head and wrapping it around the pole as he gave way.
His gaze ever fixed on the younger fluffyhunter has he clambered across the recreation area, and as g11 tripped, fell and proceeded to strike his head against the carpeted floor that his hoof had gotten snagged on, F-16 tackled him, and threw him across the carpeted mat into a pommel horse.
“I GIVE UP I GIVE UP YOU WIN YOU WIN!” f16 nipped his younger brother’s throat. “Very well, I accept your concession…” he reared up and shook his head, he perked up his ears and g11 followed suit to come up and the both of them got up in unison. Dumpling was chirping differently, while sitting. It wasn’t a cry of terror or a cry of yearning for attention. Many of their brothers congregated around, focused on him with an inquisitive gaze that was shared mutually. As dumpling sat there bouncing up and down on his chubby little hindquarters, bouncing his arms up and down to the rhythm of his own chirps. They sat there, watching the bizarre behavior.
Eventually Mrs. Mandy, one of the researchers on duty came over to examine the commotion. She walked over and saw what all the hunters were quite perplexed and intrigued by: a one-man Broadway musical presented by dumpling himself! His song and dance were nowhere near the likes of Baryshnikov or Fosse, but entertaining anyhow.
“How adorable! He’s dancing!” “What is dancing?” Mandy looked down and struggled to find a reason to explain. “People dance when they’re in a good mood, it’s a way we celebrate our happiness.” “He is not in distress? Or panicking? Or experiencing nervous system failure?” “Oh my God F-16! He’s just having a good time!” dumpling bounced a little too hard on his buttocks and fell on his side, letting up a flurry of worried and frightened chirps. Mandy picked him up and held him tight. Grimacing as he expelled feces and urine in fright on her disposable paper gown. “Well boys, you’ve got another half hour of recreation time left, make the most of it while I go clean him up and call him down okay?”
“Yes ma’am” they all responded in unison, getting up and proceeding to find more ways to keep themselves occupied and physically stimulated. Mandy took little dumpling to the bathroom and cleaned him up on a mandatorily installed baby changing station. “You better be thankful my superior loves you, or I’d throw you in the trash shredder” Wiping him down with paper towels and cleaning him with warm soapy water that she had made in the sink. After a few minutes of begrudgingly doing so he was spic and span, and held to her tightly as he chirped and peeped away. Soon he was whisked off to his playpen, and the day ended for him. going to sleep peacefully.
