In all the excitement of dealing with the scardy foal, Raptor, and preparing the yellow foal, time had gotten away from Seth. He felt his stomach grumbling and looked at his phone, realizing it was almost 1:00. He really wanted to scour around for the wild fluffies, but it could wait until after he ate. Chucking the bag containing the dead foal, it flew into the dumpster with a satisfying thud as it hit the bottom. Smiling to himself, Seth then walked back to his apartment, and went inside.
Making his way to the kitchen, Seth could hear the sobbing and the chirping of his yellow foal, the poor creature sullen and heartbroken.
“*chirp…*chirp…wuv…*chirp…*chirp…wan wuv…*chirp…*chirp…nee hugee…”
She was sitting in her muck jar, crying with her hooves up to her face, causing her to wobble slightly. When she saw Seth, she instantly stood up, tapping against the jar again and again, peeping and chirping desperately to get his attention.
"*chirp…*chirp…hun’gy…*chirp…*chirp…Wuv Ash…*chirp…*chirp…Wuv Ash…Wuv Ash…"
“Poor thing is starved for attention and food” Seth muttered to himself. She was damn cute and a small part of Seth wanted to feed her, but his plan would work better if she were desperate for affection and food later. He took her jar and put it in one of the upper shelves, so that she’d be unable to see Seth unless he was right in front of the shelf itself. Seth then went to the cabinet and rifled through until her found a can of beef stew. Opening it he emptied the contents into a glassware bowl and put in the microwave for a few minutes. As he waited he walked over to the repurposed utility drawer and opened it back up, the brown talkie foal shaking as the drawer opened. " I could use some entertainment with my lunch.’ He picked it up by it’s tiny scruff, the small foal screeching and screaming in protest.“Ba’ upsies…*screeeeee!..*chirp…*chirp…*chirp…nu wike…” Fetching a frying pan from the lower cabinets, Seth turned the dial on his stovetop to it’s lowest heat setting and placed the pan on top of it, then the foal in the frying pan. “Can you be a dancie baby for daddy?” Seth asked, laughing to himself as he walked over to the microwave and retrieved his meal.
Pullling up a chair, Seth sat down and began to eat, watching the brown foal with great interest. He had an electric stove rather than gas, so it took some time for it to heat up. With the tall, cast iron brim of the frying pan, the foal couldn’t see beyond it’s deep, black horizen. At first, the brown talkie foal simply chirped with confusion and crawled around slowly, not sure where it was.“*chirp…*chirp…*chirp…ba’beh wost…*chirp…*chirp…hewp…” But after a few minutes, it began to chirp and peep slightly faster, now trying to keep crawling around as the metal beneath it’s soft and squishy hooves became uncomfortable and warm.
The real show started when it became so hot it started to actually hurt the foal, it now trying to run, falling over due to it’s weak and underdeveloped legs, only for it’s belly to then start to lightly cook, which quickly prompted it to force itself back up all over again. Laughing, Seth ate his stew, enjoying the distraction of the scared foal. When Seth had finished his food, the frying pan was now hot enough to cause the foal to panic, with running no longer helping. It now tried to stand and get as much of itself away from the hot surface as possible, only to fall at odd angles, burning itself badly. After several falls and many, many, burns, the foal fell face first, the foal suddenly screaming and chirping in a pained panic, soiling itself and the pan as it’s waste sizzled."*screeeeeeee!..*chirp…*chirp…*chirp…hewp ba’beh…*chirp…*chirp…
Seth waved his hands in front of his face. It wasn’t the first time he smelled burning fluffy excrement but he never could get used to it. Standing up, he used a handtowel to move the frying pan into the sink and then ran some water over the pan. Seth knew that the foal was truly injured when he saw that it didn’t stop shaking or holding it’s face, even as the water fell around it. Picking up the dripping fluffy, he saw that under it’s nubs, one of it’s eyes had burst, the skin around the socket raw and red. It was wiggling and chirping, no longer making any words. The yellow foal, unable to see anything, had began to chirp rapidly when she heard the brown talkie screaming, clearly concerned for her “brother”. “*chirp…*chirp…*chirp…hewp ba’beh…*chirp…*chirp…hab huwt…” Chuckling slightly, Seth agreed. “That’s for damn sure.”
After Seth had put the brown foal back on the cushion, it had began to roll back and forth, holding it’s face as it chirped and peeped for nearly ten minutes before passing out. Placing it back in the drawer and closing it, Seth went to his hobby room.
Raptor had managed to fall asleep, still hiding behind his carrier as Seth entered the room, hitting the light switch. Seth noticed a small trail of urine dripping from Raptor’s hindquarters. Smiling as he crept to his trunk, Seth grabbed several bungee chords, trashbags with pinholes in them, some sketti flavored fluffy treats, his favorite cattle prod, and a pair of black latex gloves. He loved his welding gloves for when he was “working” but operating the metallic rod was difficult with the gloves on. Seth also decided to grab a water bowl and thermos filling the later with some water from the utility sink. Finally, looking over to Raptor, he also retrieved a ball-peen hammer.
Raptor was terrified. The young pegasus had thought that the human who offered to be his new daddy would be so nice, but he was a monster. It hadn’t taken Raptor long to figure out, he had known since the monster put him in the sorrybox at his old home, the big fluffy place. But he had never imagined how terrifying or cruel a monster could be. What the monster did to Raptor’s mouth hurt so bad but the foal, what if the monster did that to him? A wave of shame hit Raptor again, remembering that he had heard his mamma, and that she couldn’t find him, abandoning him all over again. And it was his fault! The monster had said so and even though Raptor didn’t want to believe him, he knew deep inside, it was because he was a bad fluffy. He hadn’t tried to save that baby and he was ashamed. And now his mamma had left him with the monster, who would hurt him and give him forever sleepies! It was dark and Raptor couldn’t see at all, the mean monster having come back in less than a forever after he had put Raptor in the bad water place and then making it not bright again. Crouching down, Raptor used his hooves to tap the ground, carefully looking for the mean sorrybox. It took a long time but less than a forever, but finally he felt his hoof tap against the smooth outer wall of the sorrybox. Working his way around it, Raptor hid, laying down and slowly giving in to exhaustion.
Seth walked up and lightly petted the sleeping pegasus, with Raptor cooing and happily peeping in his sleep. He rubbed and scritched his belly softly, causing him to slowly turn over, revealing his underside. Smiling, Seth suddenly grabbed the pegasus’ small genitals and gave them a light squeeze, jolting Raptor awake, screaming as he did so. “*SCREEEEEEE!!! NU-NU’S HAB WOWSTEST HUWTIES!!! *SCREEEEEEE!!! WET GU WAPTOW"S NU-NU"S!!!” Seth lingered over him, looking down at the wriggling pegasus. “Demanding, aren’t we?” Seth said, shaking his head. “What did I tell you about my table Raptor?” Not truly listening, the pegasus was still screaming and trying to wiggle free, the light pressure on his testicles being extremely painful. Seth slammed his free hand down next to Raptor, forcing a sudden yelp and nervous silence from him, his eyes now looking up at Seth anxiously." You made bad pee-pees on my table Raptor…" Seth pointed to the small puddle of urine next to the pegasus, who was now wide eyed and screaming, the pain of his no-no’s temporarily forgotten.
*NUUUUUUU!!! WAPTOW NU MEAN TU!!! NU TAKE WEGGIES!!! P’WEASE!!!" Seth smiled,his free hand taking out the ball-peen hammer. “Well that’s up to you buddy…” Seth rapped the hammer lightly against the table, directly next to Raptor’s chest, the pegasus screaming and trying to pull away, kicking lighttly at Seth’s hand with his back hooves. “…I’m going to let you choose Raptor…you can either lose one leggy, or one no-no…” The hammer struck next to Raptor again, the pegasus wide eyes and struggling, his wings scraping against the table as they flapped in panic. “*SCREEEEEEE!!! NUUUUU!!! NU WAN WOSE WEGGIES OW NU-NU’s!!! *SCREEEEEEE!!!”
“You have to choose…if you don’t, then you’ll lose all four leggies and both no-no’s, slowly and one…at…a…time…” Seth punctuated each word with a loud rap from the hammer near but not on Raptor’s legs and then his genitals. The pegasus began to weep, chirping and begging Seth for mercy. “*chirp…*chirp…P’wease…*chirp…*chirp…nu take weggies ow no-no’s…*chirp…*chirp…Waptow be gud fwuffy…” Raising the hammer high in the air. Seth began to yell. “YOU BETTER PICK NOW RAPTOR, OR IT’S GOODBYE FOREVER TO WALKIES, AND NO SPECIAL FRIEND, EVER!!!”
“NU-NU!!! TAKE NU-NU!!!” Raptor looked away and shut his eyes as Seth used his hand to stretch out his balls, making sure that one was far enough from the other as Raptor squirmed and cried. Once they were separated, Seth brought the hammer down, crushing the testicle as though it were no more than an unripe grape. Raptor instantly threw up, and shook violently, passing out from the pain.
Seth picked up the pegasus, chirping in obvious pain despite it’s blackout. He tossed him by his scruff back into the kennel and shut it’s gate. While he’d never tell Raptor this, he was actually impressed with his choice. Most stallions would never choose their legs over their testicles, as they would obsess with the thoughts of mares and potential special friends. Be it either to his young age or an above average intelligence, Raptor had made a wise choice for the long run. Well if he had a long run. Putting the hammer back up, Seth left the room, hitting the light on his way out.
The July weather was in full effect, with it being an extremely hot day, the scorching pavement throwing skeins of heat through the air. For some reason, Seth had always favored the warm weather, loving the summer and loathing the winter. Of course all extremes, hot or cold were bad for fluffies. Many people were under the false assumption that only winter was truly bad for the biotoys and for good reason. You’d be hard pressed to find anyone who didn’t have some story about finding a fluffy or even a herd of them frozen solid in the colder months. But the heat was just as devastating to a feral, as without water to regulate their heat, a fluffy could start to cook under it’s fur and die in less than an hour under even moderate heat. It’s why ferals favored alleyways and places with lots of shade and potential cover, like dumpsters or abandoned boxes. Walking near his street, Seth casually stalked the ferals that had been feeding from his apartment’s dumpster. To the untrained eye, he was simply out for a stroll, but with the right information, small and simple details could point out that a feral or even a herd was nearby.
While walking the pavement, Seth had discovered a small bit of blood on the bottom of a public garbage can. This was often due to a fluffy trying to knock it over and slightly cutting their hooves on the grated metal. From the garbage can, he could also see a small bit of light blue fluff near an alleyway entrance. Approaching, he could tell he was on the right track by how little non-food garbage her could see. Fluffies would instinctually gather old newspaper, wrappers, cardboard, anything that they could use to build and insulate a nest. Smiling, he pulled out one of the sketti treats and cracked it in half, the overwhelming smell of garlic and marinara filling the air. Placing it on the ground, he walked behind the corner and waited.
It was only around five minutes after placing his bait that Seth saw the dark blue stallion, a unicorn with a light green mane. It slowly walked in the area of the bite sized morsel, sniffing the air and looking around carefully as it approached. It was probably born a feral as while all fluffies were gullible and naive, ferals were slightly harder to trick. Life had taught them to be on guard and to be wary of everything and everyone. Hasbio’s programming was powerful though, and even their need for safety and sustenance could be subdued or even outright overpowered by their want for human affection. All it took was the right words said the right way, combined with some simple manipulation.
As the unicorn made it near the treat, it’s mouth began to water. “Dat smeww gud. Smeww wike…wike sketties!” A classic example of the bizarre programming within a fluffy was the overreaction to spaghetti or sketty as they called it. Somehow each and every fluffy, from raised in a mill to born in the woods knew what it was and how it smelled. And they would do damn near anything to obtain it, like a feline with catnip but far, far more enticing. It ran over to the treat and gobbled it up, smiling and running in circles. “Wittle sketties su gud!” That told him that it wasn’t seeking food for another fluffy or foals, as if it had been, it would have taken the treat and left. Fluffies were incredibly social creatures, wanting desperately to help and make other fluffies happy , and when a mare had foals, the special friend would often go out and seek food for her. Seth slowly walked into view of the unicorn, it’s playful romp coming to a halt when he saw the human. When dealing with a feral, especially a feral born, the first few seconds are crucial and define how the encounter will play out. Seth walked slowly with nothing in his hand, making himself seem far less threatening to the fluffy
Putting on the charm, Seth smiled and waved, not approaching any closer to the fluffy, who was in a readied running stance, staring at him with a nervous look. “Hi there buddy” Seth leaned down, staying where he was but now resting on one knee, where the fluffy could see and hear him easier, invoking trust and a longing for Seth’s attention. the blue fluffy slowly walked forward, it’s legs still tensed up and ready to run.“Hewwo…mistuh be nice tu fwuffy? Nu huwties?” Still smiling, he shook his head. “Of course I won’t hurt you. I love fluffies. In fact I have some wawa if you’re thirsty.” Pulling out the bowl, he placed it on the ground and poured just a bit within, combining the fluffy’s natural desire to love and please humans with it’s need for water to combat the heat. It looked far less nervous now as it gazed longingly at the water. “Go on buddy, it won’t bite.”
Trotting up to Seth, the fluffy lapped up the water quickly, clearly dehydrated. The fact that he wasn’t breathing hard or moving slowly meant that he had a nest nearby with shade, probably connected to this alleyway. As the bowl was emptied, the unicorn looked up, pleading with Seth. “Fwuffy hab mowe? Fwuffy tewsty…”
Grasping the thermos and obliging the unicorn, Seth poured another small bit of water into the bowl, the fluffy backing up as it fell, but then quickly began to drink it. Seth reached his hand slowly and placed it on the mane of the fluffy, causing it to seize up for just a moment. Still moving slowly, he began to stroke his fur, back and forth gently, the unicorn relaxing and beginning to coo as her finished his drink. The bowl empty again, still cooing from the attention he was receiving, the unicorn looked up at Seth but didn’t say anything, an almost longing in his eyes.
And that finished the picture for Seth. Grasping the unicorn suddenly, his hand went to the cattle prod and as the fluffy struggled, trying to call out, Seth struck it hard in the neck, the wattage of the baton causing it to void his bowels and fall to the ground unconscious. Gazing down at the fallen unicorn, Seth shook his head. He had wanted more water but not only didn’t he ask for any, he looked up to Seth, as though there were something he needed more. That meant a new mamma mare with foals, as even though he clearly wasn’t a gatherer, water was harder to come by in the heat. The fluffy was fighting the urge to ask Seth to bring his herd water, plain and simple. Furthermore, the fact that he wasn’t gathering food told him that the herd consisted of the unicorn, a mare and her foals, and her special friend at most. “Shoulda been more careful bud…”
Nearby, as Seth dragged the unicorn in a trashbag, he heard the light sound of fluffy mare singing the mamma song to her babies. Peering past the corner, he saw an old refrigerator box filled with old clothes and torn up pizza boxes. Laying within was an earthie mare, her fur an off pink with lavender mane. She was missing her left front, leg, the stump bare and scarred over. Someone had done that to her, Seth thought. If she was born that way, there wouldn’t be so much scar tissue and it would have fluff over it. While he couldn’t see the foals, he could hear them peeping from the box, probably behind their mother. The fact that she had been abused probably made her a runaway, and a lucky one at that, but also meant that gaining her trust would be tricky. But just like with all fluffies, it was all in what you said and how you said it.
Knowing that she’d never leave her nest without her foals, and not wanting to scare her, at least not yet, Seth started to call out softly, as though her were looking for a lost fluffy. “Snowball…Snowball where are you my silly fluffy?” Seth said in an almost sing-songish voice. He repeated it several times, peering around the corner afterwards to see the mare’s reaction. Clearly she had heard him, as she now looked anxious and on alert, but Seth could tell that the deception had gotten through. Despite the abuse she had clearly suffered, by calling to a fake fluffy, he had gotten her thinking about a house and having a new daddy, as every fluffy that had ever ran away and became feral hated it to some degree. It was always too hot or too cold. Nearly everything was dangerous and could give a fluffy forever sleepies. And many places weren’t well lit at night, with fluffies being renowned for being horrified of the dark.
And Seth could see it all in her eyes, past the protect babies paranoia mode she was currently in. Now all he had to do was exploit it in just the right way. Seth put the bag containing the unconscious unicorn down. Calling out again, this time he walked into the alley with her nest, purposefully as far from her box as possible. Seth wanted her to see him but wanted some distance when she did. “Snowball! Where are you girl?” Feigning looking confused, Seth looked around and pretended to see the mare for the first time. He crouched down again, staying where he was and smiled. “Hi there pretty new mamma! Have you seen a white fluffy around here? It’s almost time for her favorite show on FluffTV and I’d hate for her to miss it. Plus I’d like to get her back to her safe-room before dark.” Seth put more emphasis on the words “safe-room” and “dark” at the end of his little deception.
His smile starting to become a smirk, Seth could tell that it was breaking down her walls. The pink mare was still cautious, but she missed the safety of a house, and her mind told her that humans were good, even if her first daddy wasn’t. Not leaving her nest, she responded. “Nu…nyu mummah nu see wite fwuffy…” Seth looked down, trying to look slightly sullen. “That’s too bad. She was talking about wanting to leave the housie, even though I told her how dangerous it was for a fluffy. If something happened to her, why I’d be all alone, with no one for cuddles and love…” That did it, thought Seth, as he could now see her one remaining front hoof nervously tapping against the ground, her mind in conflict. She was now suffering a dilemma that many fluffies would face in their lifetime: cognitive dissonance. With what the fluffy thought viciously fighting what the fluffy knew within her mind. Seth often thought of what kind of Hell it must be, to have the knowledge of something put within one’s mind, but to never truly understand it.
Looking to Seth, who had slowly made his way a few feet closer without her even realizing, the pink mare was almost crying. Part of her knew that she should run, because humans can give hurties and her babies needed to be safe. But the human in front of her was so nice and talking to her like a human should talk to a fluffy, sweetly and softly. Seth could see the words slowly forming on the mare’s mouth and knew he had beaten her. “Nice mis…mistuh…be nyu daddeh?”
