Kyle slowly opens his eyes; His digital clock ringing out whatever random music played on the radio as the time flashed on it’s face.
6:00am
Kyle’s body felt as though it was weighed down by hundreds of pounds of sadness. His blinds remained shut, stopping any of the freshly dawned sunlight from entering his bedroom. He didn’t feel like getting up right now. He simply groans, slamming his fist down on top of the alarm clock to silence it’s waking tunes before rolling over and closing his eyes again. Why should he get up right now anyway? What was the point? It would just end up being another day like the last. Besides, his body was tired. His head hurt. The world around him seemed much more gray than usual today.
TAP-TAP-TAP
A gentle tapping quietly floats around the stagnant air of Kyle’s darkened bedroom. Kyle doesn’t react. Instead, he pulls his blankets up a little higher and keeps his eyes closed.
TAPTAP-TAPTAP-TAPTAP
The gentle tapping continues, growing in urgency. Kyle doesn’t respond. He doesn’t want to move right now. He doesn’t even want to exist at the moment. All he wanted was another 10 minutes to prepare himself to actually get out of bed. He’d get up if he could just take 10 more minutes to…
TAP-TAPTAP-TAP
“Daddeh…?”
Kyle sighs to himself. A tiny child-like voice, muffled by the wooden bedroom door, gently calls out from the hallway on the other side.
“Daddeh? Noodew’ haf’ tummeh huwties…”
He hides his face in his hands, silently screaming to himself as the voice of his pet fluffy rings through the door and straight into his ears. He slowly pulls himself out of his warm bed, planting his feet on the grey shag carpeting below his bed before leaning over and once again hiding his face in his hands. He wasn’t ready to get up yet. He wasn’t ready to go back to the real world outside of his bedroom… He didn’t see the point. He just wanted to lay his head back down and forget he even existed.
TAPTAPTAP
"Daddeeeeeeh! huuhuu wostes’ tummeh huwties! Nu haf’ nu mow’ nummies! huuhuu"
Kyle rubs his face before running his hands through his hair. With a groan of irritation, he stands up and shuffles to his closet to get dressed. Jeans over the underwear he wore yesterday, shirt he found on the floor that smelled clean enough, and a pair of thin black socks that he’d kicked off from the night before. After getting dressed, he stuffs his phone in his pocket and slowly shuffles to the door. He pulls it open before looking down at the crying wad of fluff sitting on her rump before him.
“God damn it, Noodle…”
Kyle pinches the bridge of his nose before stepping right over the sobbing fluffy and heading toward the sun-streaked kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Noodle is a young Alicorn filly that Kyle had found as a foal under his car about a month ago. Her mother had left her under Kyle’s car tire believing her bad monster baby would be eaten by the big scawy vwoom-vwoom munstah. Lucky for her, Kyle found Noodle before stepping into his car that morning while looking for his penjamin that he had dropped. She was only a tiny foal then, having just opened her eyes 8 minutes before being found. Now though, she was a bit more grown. Not quite adolescent, but definitely no longer a small Talky-Baby.
Noodle had a light yellow fluff with a few bright orange strands mixed in. Her mane and tail shared the same bright orange color as her fluff, while her wings and horn shared the same light yellow coloring. She was smaller than your average fluffy around this age, but it wasn’t her fault she was born a runt, right?
Noodle calms a bit as she sees the door to her daddehs nestie slowly creek open. She perks up, tears and snot still dripping down her face fluff as she instinctively reaches her hoofies upward as high as her tiny fluffy body can manage. Her wings flap excitedly as she reaches, standing all the way up on her back two hoofies in the best “give huggies” position she can muster.
“DADDEEEH!! NOODEW’ MISS DADDEH!! NEE’ NUMMIES FO-”
“God damn it, Noodle…”
Kyle’s words, cold like ice and sharp like a knife, slice straight through Noodle’s ears. Her heart sinks like a stone as she tumbles backwards right onto her little fluffy rump with a soft thump. She lets out a soft “peep!” as she lands on the carpeted floor, her ears sinking flat against her head as a new wave of tears begin to build in her tiny baby blue eyes.
“huuhuu daddeh say meanie’ wowdies…”
The filly sniffles as more saddie-wawas begin flooding her cheek fluff. She reaches her little hoofies up at Kyle again, wanting only huggies from her daddeh to make her hurties go away. Except, she doesn’t get any huggies. Her heart hurties only get worse as she watches Kyle slowly step over her on his way to the kitchen. Noodle’s tummy growls again, reminding her of why she woke up her daddy to begin with. She wipes her tears and snot away with her front leggies to best of her abilities before leaning forward onto all four hoofies and waddling after Kyle as fast as she can.
“Daddeh! Nu weave’ Noodew!! huuhuu-”
Kyle pours himself a second cup of coffee, mixing in a pinch of salt and a little too much sugar before taking a sip to test the heat. Hot enough to burn his tongue, but he didn’t really notice or care. Golden rays of sunshine fill the small kitchen, giving it a comforting kind of vibe as the warm yellow sunlight bounces off of the wooden cabinets hanging on the walls. Kyle simply sips his coffee and stares at nothing in particular, getting lost in his own intrusive thoughts as Noodle slowly rushes into the kitchen.
“Daddeh! huu- daddeh nu’ fowget wittew’ Noodew! huuhuu haf’ huwt-EEEEEHH-”
Noodle’s squishy little heart shaped hoof pads meet the kitchen’s smooth tiled floor, losing all traction in almost an instant. Her two front hooves slip out from under her, sending the filly crashing to the floor chin-first with a muffled thump!
At that exact moment, the toaster POPS up Kyle’s strawberry poptart. The sudden loud noises breaching what was once a peaceful morning silence startle Kyle out of his thoughts, making him nearly jump out of his skin. Kyle loses his grip on his mug, causing him to drop his coffee. The mug hits the tile floor, loudly shattering and splashing coffee all over the floor, fridge, chairs, and table.
The sudden loud crashing causes Noodle to cry out in fear as she releases a shotgun spray of putrid smelling scardie-poopies all over the floor behind her.
“EEEEEEHHH-”
-pfffffffttttt-
“Wha- SHIT!! GOD DAMN-”
Kyle stutters over his words, tears welling in his eyes as he suddenly feels himself holding back a wave of intense emotion.
“god damn it…”
Kyle wipes his eyes as he slowly climbs out of his chair to retrieve his swiffer to clean up the mess.
Noodle sits on the cold tile floor in the puddle of her bad scardie-poopies, helplessly flapping her wings and whimpering in pain as she hugs her snout in an attempt to make the hurties in her mouthie go away.
“huuhuu wostes’ moufie-huwties… Wai’ teefies gif’ Noodew moufie-huwties?? huuhuu- DADDEH!! Hewp’ Noodew!! huuhuu…”
Noodle’s teeth had started growing in not too long ago. They were small. Brittle. Sensitive. Easily damaged by anything more than eating simple solid foods. The force of the impact when she hit the tile floor caused Noodle’s jaw to slam shut, cracking two of her front teeth and one of her upper back ones in the process. The cracked teeth, though not noticeably damaged at first glance, had been damaged just enough to expose the nerves to a very small amount of oxygen. Not a lot, but enough to cause a significant amount of pain every time she opened her mouth to cry out.
She continues to huuhuu and hug her snout, occasionally stopping to shake her leggies and hoofies clean of saddie wawas and scardie poopies as she helplessly wiggles around in a puddle of her own creation. Unfortunately for her, The poopies made the already slippery floor even more slick. This made even standing nearly impossible as the filly struggles to maintain her balance before slipping back down the the floor with a wet SLAP.
She lands flat on her belly, splashing scardie poopies into her eyes and up her nose. The force of the fall her to once again slam her already sensitive jaw on the floor, scooping up a hefty amount of liquid bile before slamming forcefully shut with an audible CLACK. Noodle is powerless to stop the vile tasting butt sludge from coating her mouth and slithering down her throat as she reflexively swallows. Her eye’s and nose feel as though they’ve been doused in acid as a burning sensation like nothing she’s ever felt causes her to shoot up onto her haunches, desperately giving her snout huggies to make the burnie hurties go away. She suddenly coughs and sputters violently before vomiting the brown sludgy substance back up all over herself.
“SCREEEE!! HUUHUU!! EBEN’ MOW WOSTES’ TEEFIE HUWTIES!! SEE-PWACIE BUWNIES!! SMEWW PWA-”
-grrrrrrggglll-
BLRRRGGHH-
(fluffy vomiting noise)
"huuuhuuu!! Noodew nu’ mean tu’ make scawdie-poopies… huuhuu poopies nu’ smeww pwetty…huuhuu nu’ tase’ pwetty-EEEEEEEHH! -peep!- huuhuuu! -chirp!-chirp!- pee-EEEEH!! HUUHUU!!"
Pain from her cracked teeth erupts like a firecracker once again through Noodles skull. The stimulation overload, on top of the pain she was already experiencing, had caused Noodle to devolve back into a foal like state of panicked chirps and peeps of distress. She desperately splats around in her mess as Kyle returns, swiffer and dustpan in hand.
He approaches the coffee spill then freezes as he locks his gaze on Noodle. To Kyle, who had already been through a fair amount of shit himself today, it looked as though Noodle was happily chirping and playing around in a pile of her own shit, piss, and vomit. He could only stand there and stare as he watched the filly slip and slide around, covering herself with the disgusting mixture and spreading it further around the floor.
“You can’t be serious right now. I turned my back… For two fucking seconds…”
Kyle sighs in defeat, gritting his teeth as he quickly swiffers the coffee spill and as much of the fluffy waste into the dustpan as he can manage, opting to throw the cleaning tools away completely before turning his attention back to his soiled fluffy. Using a dish rag, Kyle quickly bends down and picks Noodle up from the floor by the nape of her neck.
Noodle chirps out in fear as she feels herself suddenly being hoisted upward by the nape in her neck, causing her to release another spray of scardie poopies right back onto the floor that Kyle had just finished cleaning.
“chirpchirpchir-EEEEEEEEP!!”
-pfffffftt-
“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?! STOP!!”
Kyle screams out in surprise as Noodle unleashes another spray of shit at his feet. Without thinking, he quickly whips himself around, balling Noodle up in the soiled rag as he makes a beeline for her saferoom. He slams the door open, desperately scanning the edges of the room before his focus lands on a small wooden box roughly the size of a breadbox sitting in the far corner. A sorry box he purchased from his neighbor. A simple wooden box with uneven ridged flooring, just small enough that a fluffy couldn’t sit down or get comfortable within it in any way.
He rushes over to the little wooden bin in 3 large steps, roughly unraveling the towel and causing Noodle to come tumbling out of it right into the box with a soggy THUMP.
Once Noodle was in her box, Kyle slams and latches the lid shut before storming his way out of her saferoom. The lid wasn’t really needed since there was no way for a fluffy to wiggle out of the box. It’s only purpose was keep the box’s captive in complete darkness. As Kyle storms out, he briefly turns back toward Noodle’s sorry box with a snare.
“You’re staying in there until I finish cleaning this mess Then we’re going to talk about your punishment.”
Without another word, Kyle slams the saferoom door shut hard enough to sound like a gunshot. Noodle, still dazed from her tumble from the towel, jumps in fright as the door slams, bumping her pretty horn into the lid of the meanie sorry box her daddy dropped her in and knocking her unconcious. A wet scardie fart escapes her rear end; Having now emptied herself out completely there was nothing left for her to excrete. The smell however, begins to fester and mix with the already horrid smells radiating from her fluff, creating something like a homemade gas chamber as the filly squats limply within the walls of the tiny wooden box.
Kyle finishes cleaning everything up after about two hours. He was done with today. He was sad and exhausted and only craved the warm embrace of his covers. After a long boiling shower with nearly an entire bottle of shampoo and soap, Kyle slowly slithers his way to his bedroom and under his warm blankets. The bed felt as though it was giving him a warm embrace as his mind slowly eases and he falls into a deep slumber. It had been a long day. Kinda. He deserved and needed the rest.
