Chapter 1
Everything was dark.
Fluffies hate the dark.
But everything felt warm and comfy, so it was okay. Whenever he felt particularly scared, he could just tune into the sound of his mumma’s voice echoing around him. It was like that for many forevers, until suddenly everything changed. The walls that spent so long hugging and caressing him suddenly pushed him around and shoved him away, and he fell onto a hard, cold surface.
Every moment was a new assault on the senses: the warmth had been replaced by with a brisk cold that chilled his bones, his hoofsies throbbed where they impacted with the floor, his tummy started to give him meanie owies for no reason, and now his ears twitched at the sounds of nearby peeps and chirps. Instinctively, he joined in the distressed peeps as he felt a warm, slimy appendage begin to run through his fur. It felt a little nice, but everything was just too scary for him to care!
Another forever passed as the slimy thing ran through every bit of his fluff, even his smelly-place and special lumps! But then, he heard it - Mumma’s voice! It didn’t echo around him like before, but he heard Mumma’s beautiful, melodic voice nearby! He peeped louder, desperate for Mumma to hear him, to save him from the cold and the owies and take him back home! He missed his warm housie that would hug him every forever. Even after the wet appendage disappeared, leaving him colder than even before, he continued to peep and wait. Even as he heard the other chirps die down, and his peeps were the only interruption to his mumma’s distant song. But finally, after yet another forever, he felt two warm, fuzzy arms pick him up and pull him into a fluffy warmth that he could only describe as bliss.
“This is a…huggie…” his newborn mind instinctively put together. He immediately understood that huggies were the greatest thing in the world, and he allowed himself to snuggle deep into the warm fluff. Then, as if it could not get any better, he began to hear Mumma’s voice so close! Were these huggies from Mumma? No wonder they felt so magical, Mumma was the bestest fluffy in the whole world! He ignored his tummy-hurties for a while longer, content to just snuggle deep within the fluff of his bestest mumma.
Another forever passed. Even deep within the embrace of Mumma, and soothed by the beautiful song that he yet to understand, his tummy-hurties grew to a point that he couldn’t ignore. He began to peep softly, reminding Mumma of his hurties in care she forgot, but she just kept hugging him close and singing. Another forever passed. His hurties got even worse, and he began to peep louder and louder. Maybe she couldn’t hear him past her singing?
But yet another forever had to pass before she pulled him away from her fluff and he smelled the most delicious smell of all. Instinctively he sniffed out the source, latched on tight to a warm, supple…thing, and began to suckle and knead with his mouth. The more he sucked, the more a delicious flavor entered his mouth, and slowly eased the hurties in his tummy. But soon, nothing came out when he suckled and kneaded, and he was pulled away from the milkie-place before he could settle his tummy-hurties! He began to peep again, wriggling around in Mumma’s fluff, searching for more of the delicious milkies.
Soon enough though, he began to grow tired. It was an exhausting day, and he wanted nothing more than to snuggle deep within Mumma’s fluff and fall asleep to the sound of her voice. He chirped softly, and Mumma set him down somewhere soft and warm. He let out a small content sigh, before he realized: this place did not smell pretty. It smelt very, very not pretty.
He began to peep and chirp again, desperate for Mumma to take him away from this bad place, but nobody came. Another few forevers passed before he fell asleep, too exhausted to care about the smell.
This is how life was for so many forevers. He would wake up in the place with not pretty smells, and would begin to peep for Mumma. It would take many forevers before she heard him and took him to the milkie place, but he never got enough milkies to sate his tummy hurties. He also did not get huggies anymore, no matter how much he peeped and chirped! After a while, he began to feel something different and horrible deep within his little body. He couldn’t put a name to it yet, but the horrible feeling never seemed to go away.
But he was slowly understanding some of Mumma’s words! They were far away, so it was hard to make them all out, but he heard her talking about “huggies” and “love” and even “brothers” and “sisters”! He was so excited for when he would be able to meet them! Something in his little head understood now that everything was dark because he couldn’t open his see-places yet, but he was so excited for when he could! He wanted to see his brothers and sissies, and finally see how pretty Mumma really was!
It was another few forevers before that finally happened. He opened his little see-places, and finally got to see everything!
He looked around and saw…poopies? All around him were poopies that did not smell pretty! Looking down, he noticed that his pretty brown fluff was covered in poopies too! No wonder it always didn’t smell pretty! He began to peep and chirp frantically! Mumma must have mistaken him for poopies because of the color of his fluff. Such a silly mumma; he was so excited to finally see what she looked like, and to show her what a big fluffy he was becoming! If he listened closely, he could hear her talking!
“Mummah wubs babbehs, babbehs wub Mummah~ Babbehs drink da miwkies, gwow up big and stwong~” She was singing his favorite song! He chirped as he wriggled around, trying to crawl with his little hoofsies through the mountain of poopies! That was the song she sang when she gave everybody miwkies, and he had the biggest tummy-huwties! “Okay widdwe gween babbeh, youw town fow miwkies!” Mumma said, still far away. He climbed on top of the warm, sticky poopies and finally saw her. His lovely Mumma.
She was a big fluffy, so much bigger than him, and she had beautiful pink fur with a deep brown mane running from the top of her head all the way to her tail. She was holding two fluffies in her hoofsies, one pink and one yellow, and two other fluffies were on the floor in front of her, one light green and another light blue. Were those…his brothers and sissies? They were all so small and pretty! He was so excited to meet them! So excited that he felt something welling up in his body, and he just had to let it out.
“M-m-mummah!” he said. His first words! Mumma was gonna be so proud! He was a talkie baby now! “Mummah! Mummah!”
Mumma looked up from his brothers and sisters, and saw him sitting atop the poopie pile. “Poopie babbeh open see-pwaces?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. “Come hewe poopie babbeh, it awmost miwkie time.”
He was so happy! Mumma looked at him! He tapped his little hoofsies around in the poopies before slowly crawling down the other side. It was hard walking around for the first time, but he slowly made his way over to Mumma. By the time he made it up to her and his brothers and sissies on the floor he was shivering from the cold and panting from exhaustion, but that wasn’t enough to wipe the smile from his face.
“Mummah! -huf- Mummah! -pant- Wub! -huf- Mummah!” he repeated over and over as he lay on the cold floor. “Mummah! -pant- Huggies!”
“Nu huggies, poopie babbeh. You nu-smeww pwetty. Nu wan poopie in Mummah’s pwetty fwuff.” Mummah said. “Okay widdwe bwue babbeh, you hab enuff miwkies fo now.” She placed the yellow baby on the floor, and picked the little chirping blue baby up into her front leggie. That’s when he smelled it; the delicious smell of milkies! It was coming from a nipple on his mumma’s tummy!
“Mummah! Miwkies!” he said, waddling as fast as his tired body would let him towards the milkie-place. Who knew that the milkie-place was on Mumma’s tummy? But then, he was stopped in his place by Mumma’s hoofsie.
“Nu, poopie babbeh, you am poopie babbeh. You get miwkies wast. Pwetty yewwow babbeh get miwkies nao!” Mumma said, as she nudged the yellow baby to her available milkie place.
He stared longingly at the milkie place, and his yellow sibling. Then he looked up at the blue and pink babies that sat in Mumma’s arms. “Huggies!” he says, instinctively lifting his front leggies.
“Nu, widdwe poopie babbeh. Nu-smeww pwetty. Wait fow youw tuwn fow miwkies.” Mumma said before turning her attention once again to the pretty babies in her arms. “Mumma wub babbehs, babbehs wub Mummah~ Babbehs dwink da miwkies, gwow up big and stwong!”
He stared in horror as all of his brothers and sisters were able to snuggle up close and enjoy the song, while he sat on the cold floor shivering. That horrible feeling in his body came back, but he decided to wait patiently like a good baby.
A forever passed before it was his turn for milkies.
“Okay widdwe gween babbeh, you hab enuff miwkies fow now. It am poopie babbeh’s tuwn for miwkies.” Mumma said, shifting the blue baby onto her tummy fluff and picking the green baby into her hoofsie. He sat up from the cold floor and smiled, quickly waddling over to the milkie place. It smelled wonderful! His tummy hurties were soooo bad, but maybe this time, now that his see-places opened up, his tummy would stop giving him hurties!
“M-m-mummah!” called a small voice from above.
“Bestest babbeh am tawkie babbeh nao! Open see-pwaces!” Mumma said happily. Was she talking about him? Was he the bestest baby? He giggled into Mumma’s milky place. It took her so long to notice that he opened his see-places! Mumma was so silly!
“Sowwy poopie babbeh, bestest babbeh nee mow miwkies to gwow big an stwong!” Mumma said as she began to push him away from the milkie place. But…wasn’t he the bestest baby?
“Mummah! Miwkies!” He said, desperately trying to push past her hoofsie and reach the milkie place again. But he could only stare as the pink baby crawled over to his spot in front of the milkie place instead.
“Mummah! Wub!” The pink baby chirped before latching onto the milkie place. He struggled slightly against Mumma’s hoofsie, trying to take back his spot from the meanie pink baby, but she did not relent.
“Sowwy poopie babbeh, bestest babbeh nee mo miwkies den poopie babbeh. Poopie babbeh hab mo miwkies next bwite time!” Mumma said before gently pushing him away, back towards the poopies.
Did Mumma want him to…go back to the poopies? She didn’t put him there by mistake?
“Mummah! Wub! Huggies!” He peeped desperately.
“Nu! Poopie babbeh am fo poopie cownew. Nu-pwetty colows bewong wif nu-pwetty poopies!” Once again, Mummah pushed him away. The horrible hurties came back, and they ached deep in his little fluffy chest. He slowly trotted across the cold floor, back towards the only warmth that was available to him.
“Bestest babbeh am talkie babbeh nao, bestest babbeh nee namesies! Bestest babbeh am Wiwac nao!” Mummah said from behind him. She was looking down at the pink baby, her bestest baby.
One last try. “Mummah! Wub! Namesies!” He peeped.
“Poopie babbeh nu need namesies! Poopie babbeh am Poopie!” Mummah said, calmly. Like it was obvious.
Poopie turned around, and trotted back towards the poopie corner. He finally understood that horrible feeling in his chest. They were called heart hurties, and they were very mean. Poopie slowly climbed up a poopie mountain, staining his pre-…his ugly brown fluff. He laid atop the mountain, letting its disgusting warmth save him from the cold air as he watched his Mumma and his siblings playing around.
“Gweenie babbeh am Mint! Yellow babbeh am Daysy! An bwue babbeh am Sky!” Mumma said, flopping onto her back and letting the babies climb into her fluff. They all responded with a symphony of “Mummah!”’s and “Wub!”’s. Poopie just watched as the heart hurties billowed throughout his body, and erupted from his talkie-place.
“Hu hu hu…”
Poopie cried himself to sleep that dark time, watching his family create a warm fluff-pile across from the poopie corner. He woke up to the worstest tummy hurties ever, so bad that it made him want to make sickie water from his talkie place. Looking at the fluff-pile now, during darkie time, he could see his Mumma’s milkie places. He knew she said that there would be milkies next bright time, but…his tummy hurties were sooo bad. She would forgive him for having just a little bit, right?
Poopie waddled down his poopie mountain, and slowly trotted back across the cold floor. It was even colder than he remembered, and it hurt his little hoofsies, but the scent of milkies pushed him on. By the time he made it to his Mumma’s exposed milkie place, he was shivering with water coming out from his see-places. But the milkies were there, he could smell them.
He latched on as gently as his shaking body could manage, and began to suckle and knead with his front hoofsies. He tried to go slow, but the tummy hurties were too much, and he started suckling faster and faster.
Then, suddenly, he felt a big, big hurtie on his talkie place, and he flew back onto the cold floor, and got even bigger hurties on his back leggie!
“Poopie babbeh am bad babbeh! Steaw miwkies from Mummah’s miwkie pwace and fwom uddah pwetty babbehs!” Mumma shouted. The other babies woke up too, peeping and chirping, and calling out for Mumma.
Poopie tried to stand up again, but felt the worstest hurties of all in his back leggie! He fell right back onto the cold floor with a “Screee!”
“Mummah! Nee huggies! Huwties!” Poopie cried out, wriggling on his side.
“Nu! Poopie babbeh am wowstest babbeh! Nu huggies an nu mo miwkies! If nee nummies, den num poopies!” Mumma shouted at him, turning back towards his siblings. “It okay, widdwe babbehs. Mummah am hewe.”
The heart hurties were back again, and worse than ever. And even worse, everytime he tried to do walkies, his back leggie gave him the worstest hurties ever! He had to drag himself across the cold floor, giving his tummy bad burnie hurties.
Did Mumma…not love him? Was he a bad baby? All he wanted were milkies! Not too many, just enough for him to not have tummy hurties anymore! Everything was hurties: his tummy, his leggie, his heart…and his Mumma wouldn’t even give him huggies to make them feel better!
“Mummah! Peep! Munstah!” Poopie heard a small voice shout from behind him. He turned around, and saw the little green baby looking up at Mumma, shaking slightly.
“Nu am munstah Mummah! Am bestest Mummah for pwettiest babbehs! An bestest Mummah nee fin a hoomin mummah or daddeh, so pwetty babbehs can hab wots of wub, sketties, and a nice wawm housie!” Mummah said, reaching down and taking the green baby into her hoofsies. “Buh hoomins nu wike ugwy poopie babbehs, so Mummah nee take cawe ob pwetty babbehs insted!”
Humans don’t…like brown babies? But all babies are good babies, right? Humans are the bestest thing ever, right next to Mumma and huggies! Why wouldn’t humans love all fluffies and all babies? Everything felt so wrong. The heart hurties were getting too much, and the hu-hu’s started coming out on their own.
The sad water blurred his see-places as he slowly dragged himself through the mountains of poopie, trying to get as much warmth as possible from the cold air. His hurt leggie sank deep within the poopie and began to get burnie-hurties, but the heart hurties were even worser. Unfortunately, the sad water did not keep Poopie from seeing his family making another nice, cozy fluff-pile without him.
“Nu faiw…”
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Everything was bright. Way too bright.
Josh groggily slapped a hand over his eyes, blocking out the beam of sunlight angled directly towards his face. It was incredibly irritating, but the blinds at this AirB&B had a gap perfectly placed so that the sun would wake him up around 9 in the morning.
Wait. 9 in the morning?
Josh shot up from his bed and spun to look at the alarm clock. The green digital numbers were flashing “1:42”, so he scrambled for his phone. “9:17”.
“Fuck!” he whispered to himself, kicking off the covers and running over to his luggage to pull out a nice shirt. He had a meeting at 8:30 that he slept through, but maybe making it late was better than missing it entirely? Josh threw the shirt on haphazardly and ran into the living room. He looked over into the small kitchenette and saw the oven’s clock also flashing “1:42”, so it looked like the power must have gone out overnight.
Opting to ignore breakfast and just sit himself in front of his computer, he logged into Teams to see if the meeting was still on, and-
“Notice: this morning’s meeting has been rescheduled. A district-wide power outage caused too many absences. The meeting will commence at noon today instead! :D”
And suddenly, all the adrenaline flooded out of him, and he slumped in his chair. He looked down at himself, noticing that he had skipped a button in his shirt, and was still wearing his pajama shorts. At least he still had a few hours.
After changing into more suitable clothes, and one bathroom break later, Josh decided he was going to make a quick meal and go for a walk. It was already the third day of his business trip to New York, and the final convention wasn’t until Friday, two days from then. It was all online meetings until then.
He took his time to make a small breakfast, just some eggs and toast, before heading outside. His company had paid for his flight and his room, which he would have considered generous if it wasn’t the cheapest damn accommodations that could have been found online. The place was half run-down, but at least it was warm inside. There had been a cold front last night, which may have been normal for winters in New York, but it was a damn travesty for somebody who normally lived down in Florida like him.
Stepping outside, he had mentally prepared himself for the blast of cold. However, he had not prepared himself for the sound of crying and begging. It sounded almost like a child, which had him frantically looking around the street for the sign of anybody. Naturally, there were plenty of people walking about, even in the horrible cold, but none seemed phased at all by the wailing. Silently judging the people of New York, Josh wandered down the alleyway just behind his AirB&B; the sound leading him next to an old vending machine.
As he approached, everything clicked instantly. He saw a big pink fluffy, unmoving, surrounded by four small foals. Their cardboard box was pushed up next to the vending machine, where the heat normally radiated off, except that the overnight power outage would have cut off their only source of heat.
“Huu huu…Mummah…huu huu…tummy huwties…” The crying, however, was coming from a small pile of feces in the far corner of the box. Upon closer inspection, there was a small brown foal covered in feces, shivering from the cold. Josh had never had a particular like or dislike for fluffies, especially since they were more uncommon in the scorching heat of South Florida, but he couldn’t just leave something to just die slow and alone.
“Hey there little guy!” Josh said, kneeling down with a smile. The little foal was startled, letting out a small spray of feces into the existing pile.
“Screee!” The foal screamed. “H-hoomin! Cowdies! Nee huggies!”
“Well come here, little guy. I can take you somewhere nice and warm.”
“Hoomin gib huggies?” The foal looked up at him, his little eyes dry and bloodshot.
“Well, sure. First we’ll need to clean you up, but I don’t mind giving you a hug or two. You just need to crawl out of all the crap, because I’m not sticking my hand in a pile of shit.” Josh said.
The foal slowly began to drag itself out from the pile of feces, clearly favoring his right side over his left. A streak of crap trailed behind the foal as he crawled.
“Huggies! -huf- Upsies!” the foal said. He shifted onto his back legs. “Ups-sCREEE!” Suddenly the foal tumbled to the floor, its leg bending painfully under its full weight. “Huu huu huu! Huwties! Weggie huwties!”
“Aww, little guy!” Josh reached down, cringing as he felt the still-warm feces clinging to the foal’s fluff. It was still crying as it was lifted into the air. He looked closely at the injured leg, and gently prodded it with his finger.
“Peep! Peep! Huwties! Huwties!” The foal cried.
“Sorry, little guy.” Josh said, looking at the injury. He was no vet, but it clearly looked broken to him, and potentially even infected. Sitting around in a pile of shit with an open injury wasn’t ideal by any means. “I’ll have to take you to a vet or something to check you out.” Josh turned away, the crying foal still in his hand.
“Peep…peep…M-m-mum-mmah…B-b-brudd-dda…” A faint, stuttering voice called out. Josh turned around, looking at the dead mother again. One of the foals, the light green one, was shivering horribly and peeping for its mother.
“Oh my gosh, you’re alive? Do you want to come with us too?” Josh knelt back down, reaching a hand out to the green baby.
“Hoomin…huggies…” the foal crawled slowly onto his hand, incredibly cold to the touch.
Taking a moment to inspect the rest of the foals to make sure there weren’t any other survivors. Josh took the two foals back into his AirB&B.
“What are your guys’ names anyways? Do you have names?” He asked.
“A-a-a-m…M-m-mi-mint-t-t…” the green foal said, body still shaking as the cold air still brushed against its fur.
“Nice to meet you, Mint! That’s a pretty name. What about you, little brown guy?”
“Am…am Poopie…” the brown foal muttered.
“Oh…” Josh had heard that some fluffies would mistreat poor-colored foals, but he had never encountered it before. He should have realized, since the baby was buried in shit anyways. Ironically, it was likely only the heat from the pile of shit that kept the little guy alive through the cold front.
“Well, a name like Poopie won’t work. Do you mind if I give you a new, better name?”
The brown foal looked up at Josh, hope visible in its dry little eyes. “Nu namesies?”
Josh looked down at the little fluffy in his hands, still caked in dry feces and wet, warm feces alike.
“I think your new name will be Cocoa.”
A/N: Hello! I’ve been a long-time lurker of this community (was a brief user back during the booru days, but I barely remember it), and have had a recent craving for fluffy sadbox. I have finally decided to try my own hand at writing a nice, lengthy story centered around a single brown fluffy.
I plan for this story to encompass all sorts of genres: hugbox, human-on-fluffy abuse, fluffy-on-fluffy abuse, but most of all, sadbox. I feel that the most satisfying form of sadbox is that which comes from purely innocent situations, misunderstandings, and general lack of understanding of the unfairness of the world. So, you can probably expect to see a whole lot of that. I have actually planned this story out pretty far into the future, and I am very excited to see what everybody thinks!.
That being said, I am very, very option to suggestions and critiques, both of my ideas and of my writing in general! Thank you in advance for any and all feedback, and hopefully you’ll hear from me soon!