Honey opened her eyes to the second bright time since she had been taken by the bad human and his bad fluffy. She looked down at her ruined hooves. The bad fluffy had done this to her, she looked at him. He was sleeping on a bit of newspaper. He has been freshly cleaned and smelled pretty.
The human stepped over and tapped the fluffy awake. The human said something and the fluffy nodded. His hands moved and picked her up. She screamed and let out a fart. She got a painful thump to the nose.
“Owie!” She whined.
She was carried to the car and driven to a small market. The place was a fluffy heaven! She could smell the sketti before she even entered. Wall to wall shelves of toys, threats, and every kind of colorful thing a fluffy could ever want. She saw other fluffies being carried by other humans. They looked so happy! Even with her useless forelimbs, she felt an overwhelming desire to hug them.
“Hello Sir.” A woman asked from the veterinary kiosk of the fluffy mart.
“Hey. Do you guys do conversions?”
The woman looked at honey, “We can do a milkbag and enfie pal for five dollars but a litterpal conversion would be fifty and take a month to get her situated to survive it.”
“I got a new fluffy, I just want him to have something so my slippers aren’t getting stained.” Trevor joked.
“Enfie pal it is. Here are our options. She seems healthy so I’d recommend option B personally.”
Trevor looked at the options and scratched his head. “I don’t get half this stuff but sure. It’s only eight dollars.”
Honey kept silent, the humans were talking. She looked over at an old lady that had a fluffy resting on her shoulder. It was so cute that it made her little heart flutter. She wanted to wave at them but her legs were useless and hurt to move.
Money was exchanged and Honey felt the shot in her rump before she could react. Her body went limp, she couldn’t move but she could feel everything. She was carried into the backroom. A small room with a metal table in the center. A new woman flipped her on her back and checked her eyes with a pen light.
“Enfie pal model B?” The woman said, looking at a screen. On the adjacent wall.
Honey’s heart hammered in her head as the woman brought out a scalpel. The scalpel bit into her forelimb sending searing pain screaming through her body. She wanted to cry, to scream but she couldn’t move. The woman hovering over here was like a demon, the blade worked quickly but not kindly. It only took three minutes to remove both of her front legs. They began drilling through her joint to add solid prosthetic caps with prongs.
“SCREEEEEEEEE-!” Honey’s voice came as her voice and sensation came back.
The surgeon didn’t even stop, even as her patient violently tried to fight back. She tossed the limbs into a red trash bin filled with fluffy organs. She sterilized the area and set Honey on a pair of wheels that snapped into her caps.
The sound of buzzing caught her attention as a single strip of fur off of her rump was removed. The clippers removed a large strip of fur exposing her rump to the cool air. Honey didn’t even struggle as she was still reeling from the pain. The doctor took the time to give her two quick enemas and a dunk in a bath.
“All done. Have a vitamin.”
The doctor stuffed the sweet tasting pill in her mouth. Honey shuddered and chewed on the pill, she took a step and realized that she could move with her little wheels. She ached from the limb removal. She sobbed even as she chewed the only pleasant part of her last two days of life. She would never know that the sweet tasting vitamin would render her infertile.
Trevor had brought her back to his home and brought back everything he would need to raise a fluffy. A food bowl had been placed down and a bowl full of clean water. The strange blue fluffy that broke her legs was drinking. She was scared to move near the food.
Digger looked up at her and tilted his head, “Wan Wawa?”
Honey shivered but nodded. Digger waved a hoof, “Wots o’ Wawa.”
“Nu gib Honey huwties?” She nearly whispered the word.
“Nu. Mawe am speshuw-fwiend fo’ Digga’s Fwiend.” Digger said.
Trevor was currently attaching a fluffy style doggy door when he looked up. “No, that is your enfie-pal. I uh… can’t fit.”
That made sense to Digger and he went back to drinking. Honey looked horrified as she remembered the whole reason she was crippled. She stared at Digger who moved from the water to the kibble. He ate with excitement his first time having food that wasn’t covered in trash. Honey didn’t understand this herd.
“Dis am su gud!” Digger cooed between mouthfuls of food.
Honey waited until Digger rolled on his back and let out a burp. She slowly stepped forward and her wheels rolled to bump against the bowl.
Honey took a bite, the dry cereal-like food was easy to chew. She saviored the flavor that reminded her of a human cereal. It was sweet with a hint of strawberry. Even when she was a pet all she got to eat was grass and hard veggies. She felt her eyes water at the first act of kindness in months.
“Huuhuuhuu.” Honey sobbed between mouthfuls.
“Why cwy?” Digger asked.
“Munstah fwuffy take weggies.” She said, “Wai gib Honey gud Nummies?”
Trevor finished the fluffy door, “Alright.” He said before turning to the fluffies.
“Digger, Digger’s Cocksock. Go outside.” He opened the door.
Digger slowly patted his foot at the door testing it out. The soft foam that covered each side of the flap made sure that even if it hit a fluffy at full speed it wouldn’t hurt them. Digger stepped through and once he was clear, Honey was pushed out without ceremony.
The pair took in the yard. To a dog this might have been a normal yard but to a fluffy this was a garden of Eden. Soft grass, a large tree in the middle provided shade to most of the yard. Digger was caught up in realizing that this was his new home.
“Dis am nice.” Digger said.
“Wat Munstah fwuffy du fo’ Munstah Daddeh to gib wan’?” Honey asked.
“Dat am Digga Fwiend!” Digger sighed. “Nu be dummeh. Nu caww Munstah.”
“Dat am-” A gentle hoof pressed against her muzzle.
“Digga wike dat hoomin. Digga nu cawe if Honey caww Digga Munstah. Nu caww Digga’s Fwiend dat.” Digger radiated calm fury.
Honey let out a dry fart of fear. “Pwease nu huwt Honey!”
Digger rolled his eyes, a gesture that he learned from humans. “Digga nu huwt. Digga wan pway…”
Trevor watched as the pair played in his backyard. He had heard the whole exchange from the backdoor. Even missing her legs, Honey took to the cheap wheels like a pro. The play quickly wound down as Digger established himself as the leader. Trevor watched as he directed the other fluffy to poop in the furthest corner of the yard.
He stepped out from the doorway, “Digger. Come here, I wanna talk to you.”
“Comin’!” Digger nearly skipped toward his new friend.
Trevor crouched down and looked at the fluffy. “You like her?”
Digger looked at Honey, who was chewing on a flower. He watched as she grimaced at the taste yet continued to chew. She was not particularly smart but not extremely stupid either.
“Honey am pwetty mawe. Pway nice wit Digga.” He said.
“You don’t wanna use her like Rubber?” Trevor asked.
Digga brow furrowed, “Digga hab gud feews. Rubba cwy. Digga nu wike. Rubba hab gud feews and Digga cwy.”
Digga looked up at Trevor, “Digga nu wan’ Honey tu cwy.”
Trevor snorted, “You broke her legs and gave her to me to fuck. I’m pretty sure she was crying when I saw her first.”
“Digga take aww weggies if Fwiend wan.” Digger said it with no malice in his voice. “Digga wub Fwiend. Digga wike Honey.”
Trevor grinned, “Okay. Want me to help her like you?”
Digger nodded and Trevor walked back inside the house. He returned with a small bowl of fluffy grade sketti. He waited till Honey approached, her nose twitching at the concoction.
“Honey. My best friend, Digger, said that you were being good. He said that he really likes you and wanted you to share sketti with him.”
Honey eyes shone as she looked at Digger. “Weawwy?!”
“Yep.” Trevor said, putting the bowl down.
The pair ate like ravenous hounds, Trevor stepped away to his house to watch them from the back window. They finished and even spent time licking the substance off of each other’s faces. They began to step a little closer to each other, Digger walked with a little more confidence while Honey’s fear melted away faster than that bowl sketti.
“You go little buddy.” Trevor felt a strange sort of pride in Digger.
Two hours later…
Freshly fed, freshly voided, and brought inside the warm house. Honey couldn’t help but feel good. Feel safe. The kitchen lights clicked off and she was left in the darkness. The only light was from a neighbor’s yard light that barely came from the window. She hated the shadows, shadows were where all the scary things were. She started to sniffle.
“Shhhh nu cwy.” Digger said.
“Nu scawed o’ dawk?” She whispered.
“Nuttin in dawk but pwetty mawe and Digga.” He said with a yawn.
“Dawk am scawwy.”
Digger stepped closer and rested his body against Honey. “Babbeh wub Mummah. Mummah wub babbeh. Babbeh wub Nummies.”
“Dat nu babbeh song?”
Digger smiled in the darkness, “How go?”
Honey started to sing the Mummah song. She pressed her head into his fur as she sang, he was soft and freshly groomed. The singing became slower as she rested her chin against his rump. Even as she slept she didn’t dream scary things but rather the strange blue protector that scares away the shadows.
While his companion slept, Digger felt pride well up in his chest. He was a part of a herd! He had a human friend! He has to give this human something special. He wasn’t just any human, he was the bestest human. Digger looked around the dark kitchen, he could smell food. He couldn’t think of anything a human would want that a fluffy could give them.
‘Wat du hoomins wan?’