The Lovely Ones
Petal was pretty and she loved playing with her bruddas and sissies in the playroom.
They all mostly played, and slept when they weren’t playing, and gave huggies to each other. They also spent a lot of time cleaning themselves and each other with their tongues.
Licky cleanies to look pretty for Daddeh. Fluffies do eventually grow bored of playing all the time and huggies. If they’re not sleeping, what else can be done?
They had their mummeh. The only mummeh. And she would give milkies to the Babbehs. She never spoke or gave huggies and she would only give milkies.
Whenever they wanted milkies too. No one was hungry. A foal had been cuddling against his mummeh’s leggie.
There was no warmth but the softness provided some comfort. It wasn’t reciprocated. All the babbehs got Huggies from big sissies and bruddas instead.
In fact everyone was family here. All the fluffies loved each other.
Petal had been a small foal too, a little babbeh like her bruddas and sissies. And mummeh would always give milkies to the Babbehs. Petal had gotten so big from her mummeh’s milkies. She got huggies from her big bruddas and sissies too.
Now it was her turn and she loved to give the Huggies. The Babbehs were so soft and small. She wished she could give babbehs milkies like her mummeh but she had no milkie place to give them some. She was sad she couldn’t be like mummeh. But she could give them Huggies and give them the licky cleanies to be very pretty babbehs.
The Babbehs would soon need huggies from her. The babbehs’ hear place would get a hurtie. Sometimes there would be boo-boo juice, other times not.
They only ever got one hurtie. A fabric tag placed on their ear with details. They would always get a name after the tag was put on. That’s how Petal was named by Daddeh along with her bruddas and sissies.
There were a lot of huhuhus but the Babbehs would all feel better after huggies from bruddas and sissies.
Petal was ready for them to come and she would give them bestest Huggies for their hurties.
A Daddeh had come into the room after watching them from the glass, observing their behaviours, boxes ticked on the clipboard.
The fluffies here were special.
And they knew they were special. They had to look pretty for Daddeh as they were special fluffies.
All of them had the most attractive and pretty colours. There were no rejects or bad coloured here, maybe average ones but ones that you could still say were desirable. There were plenty of earthies but there were a few wingies and a hornie here too with another horny babbeh too.
They were also pretty big, larger than what you’d expect for fluffies.
Maybe it was the food they were being fed. They were after all fed a very special diet for very special fluffies.
And the babbehs wouldn’t stay Babbehs for long. They’d be fully grown within 8 weeks. A fluffy at 8 weeks is not fully grown at all (though capable of sexual activity). These fluffies were very special ones after all.
And when they had fully grown, they would soon be given a new home by Daddeh who always watched them.
This is why they always made sure they looked pretty. Everyone got the licky cleanies no matter how poopie they got.
The Daddeh would pick up the fluffy and take them out.
Sometimes one, sometimes more than one. All of the fluffies were sad to see their friends go. They wished it was their turn soon.
Their friends would be so excited to finally get a new home and a Daddeh who loved them.
All fluffies want Sketties, a home, toysies and to make Daddeh happy and be good fluffies.
They were never sad for long, there would always be new babbehs who would need love and Huggies and milkies from the mummeh who didn’t move.
And soon it was Petal’s turn. Daddeh had been watching her and it was her turn to be picked
Petal had been making good poopies when Daddeh had come in. He had his clipboard with him and did observations on Petal. She felt a little dirty from the poopies and felt like a Dummeh for not having more licky cleanies.
He did a temperature check (anally) to which she cried, she didn’t like poopie place hurties, and then checked her mouth and ears and eyes. Then her breathing, pulse.
Her observations were good. No blood in the stool (though it stunk very badly for fluffies, they had never solved this problem with the nutrient rich and treated food).
She was ready
Petal was picked up and her eyes lit up with joy, she could barely contain her excitement. She was a good fluffy and she couldn’t wait to see her new Daddeh. Dandy, Lion, Rose and Butter all chirped and chirped with her removal.
They wanted more Huggies from big sissy. They missed their sissy already. They found solace and Huggies with another filly, Petal’s sister called Tealeaf. She had more Babbehs to hug and play with and was so happy.
Petal was taken through the door. The sign above the door read “The Lovely Ones”.
This was an inside joke left behind by Harold. He hadn’t much time for fluffies before or outside the building. But he liked these ones. And only these ones. They kept themselves clean and that was a lovely trait to admire.
They were special after all.
As fluffies should be, he’d always say. These fluffies were the healthiest of all fluffies. And you could only get these fluffies here in the centre.
Petal was taken through another door and then another. And another, and into a well lit room. She felt like she had come so far, despite not being far from the playroom.
Would she finally see her new daddeh? She felt more excited the further she went. A new home. A new Daddeh and then Sketties, the bestest nummies. She had never had Sketties before.
The blood results that had been taken previously. They came back good and healthy, no signs of infections. The spot check confirmed to the Daddeh that she was indeed ready for her “new Daddeh”.
She was placed in a special designed sink. Her licky cleanies were not enough the Daddeh had told her. Petal felt really sad that she hadn’t done good licky cleanies on herself.
The Daddeh turned on the water of the shower and used an antibacterial shampoo on her. It stung her skin a little and she was very scared of the water and the amount of water. Water bad for fluffies after all. She began to cry. She seen some pretty bubbles at the bottom that were going down the drain. She attempted to lick them but her head was forced back up. She’d never had hurties like this before.
Petal was taken from the water and towel dried and put under a light for warmth. Her fluffy fur became even more fluffy. The hairs felt like they were standing on end.
She really didn’t like it.
Now that her fur was cleaned and sterilised, the real work would soon begin.
Petal’s belly was completely shaven and washed again for loose fur. Where is stung before she now felt cold underneath.
She begged Daddeh to stop the hurties. He was soon joined by more Daddehs and a mummeh who had rolled a table in full of shiny toys.
Were they for Petal? She was really curious and had never seen shiny toys like that.
The other Daddeh placed his hand over Petal’s mouth and held firm. She couldn’t speak comfortably or speak words as she had done.
The Daddeh who had washed her held her down and was passed a scalpel from the table by the mummeh.
Now he was ready
The blade made a precise incision, Petal screamed in agony, muffled by the hand over her mouth. She was in pain, so much hurties!! She squealed like a pig and squealed more. She really wanted to make poopies but a plug had been inserted. She couldn’t fart or shit and she didn’t like the hurties of it, her poor poopie place was so hurties.
And then the Daddeh pulled out the organs that were needed. The kidneys. They were placed in a cold box and the other Daddeh rushed out with the box to make the delivery.
An important one too.
The kidneys were needed for a man who had needed them for years. He had been on dialysis countless times, there was never a suitable donor for him. M
And then an experiment was tried. With success.
Fluffies with altered DNA could be used to grow suitable human organs. The DNA would be altered with the DNA of the intended organ recipient.
The organ waiting list would no longer be as long or torturous. The recipient had been waiting for over a year and suffered throughout.
This meant that blood would not be a problem and the organ would be more compatible with the recipient. It would be, after all, grown using their own DNA and cells inside of a fluffy organ bag.
And what better way to grow healthy tissue than a fluffy? And what better way to get organs quickly than growing them from something that is known to produce quickly and grow quickly too?
The DNA and hormonal functions of the fluffies altered, and they were created in a test tube and inserted into a breeding mare designed to give birth to this new type of fluffy.
They would grow far quicker and bigger than the breeding mare, and would need milk specifically treated to feed their growth and keep them healthy.
The “Mummeh” doll had been there since implementation. Why bother using a pillowfluff or a milk bag when this feeding system was perfect for feeding them whenever they wanted with superior milk? Milk that a regular fluffy couldn’t produce.
Why would they need a Mummeh to keep them happy? They had all they could need in the playroom.
The fluffies were so much different than regular ones, even foods such as spinach and chocolate that are normally poisonous to them did no harm to them.
The rest of Petal’s organs would be used for research. More was needed to be done to check the feasibility of the work and whether it could be implemented nationwide.
The recipient was operated on and the kidneys transplanted.
A huge weight had left his mind. Like his own kidneys, but healthy, he was told.
The doctor or whatever made him sign a waiver but he didn’t care and he signed whatever. He quite simply didn’t care about the legality or the legal Mumbo Jumbo. He heard enough of it at work. He’d spent too much time at work and not at home. He hadn’t seen his daughter grow and he had no idea what she liked.
He attended a recital she was performing in and was surprised she even played flute. How had he not known?! His eyes were on his Blackberry throughout. Such a good work phone and so formal.
And then he stopped taking care of himself. The lifestyle of being at the office and not taking care of himself finally caught up to him.
No one in the family was suitable. His daughter wasn’t biological but he loved her all the same. She cried when she found that out.
But now here he was, looking and feeling sore but more optimistic and thanking the doctor. The operation seemed crackpot and bizarre, but he had survived the procedure.
The doctor had said he was one of 2000 people who had had this procedure and each one was getting better and better. The doctor rambled on, he managed to peek at the door.
His daughter was standing there, she’d been waiting for hours and was smiling and had been crying. She’d been holding her flute and had promised him she would give him a personal performance if he came out alive.
She couldbt believe they had used a fluffy for the procedure. It sounded crazy but he looked better than she remembered.
He made a joke and told her it would be worth hearing regardless if it was good and bad. His phone was switched off, his business done and he was ready to listen to her.