This backstory serves as a base for future stories and drawings/comics. Done in parts to avoid a Wall of Text™.
Past - Birth to Older Talking Baby
Tulla was born in a niche breeder mill. Some said they were a fetish group, some said they were wicked torturers with religion as an excuse. This particular breeder offered foal-to-order service that provides “truly child-safe Fluffies”. They would breed a foal for you to your specifics (earthie/unicorn etc., bright coat/dark coat/toned coat, even muddled/poopie/neon, male/female) and also remove the abhorrent inclusion of reproductive organs. Children’s toys should not have fully functional genitals and sexual urges. It’s sinful, and even more sinful is allowing your child to be in presence of such. This breeder could provide you with a Pure Fluffy, a perfect companion for your beloved child, family member or a friend. The removal surgery was performed after the foals opened their eyes or when they grew strong enough to handle the procedure. Loosing a foal at this point would be a waste of resources and man-labor. The breeder made sure the foals would be born healthy and strong, taking care of breeding mares and stallions through diet, exercise and entertainment. Mares and stallions never saw their offspring, raising foals had dedicated caretakers. Foals were tended to round the clock, fed special baby formula to ensure best health and optimal fortitude. Of course, the breeder charged extra for this amazing and luxurious product. But it’s all worth it because you no longer have to shelter a disgusting sex predator posing as a kids’ toy. You no longer are forced to live in sin.
As any foal in this mill, Tulla went through some particular brainwashing. The caretakers left the newborn foals with audio tapes on loop - those were recordings of an adult mare (“Mummah”) reciting lines:
“Good babbiehs aways wisen to mummah and daddeh. Good babbiehs domt need no no pwaces. No no pwaces aw bad, impuwwe, make Fwuffies go to fiwe foewa huuhuu pwace! Puwe Fwuffies aw good Fwuffies, dey go awways to Skettiwand heaben! Good Fwuffies onwy need good housie and nice mummah ow daddeh. Good Fwuffies awways wub deiw mummah ow daddeh. Good Fwuffies put mummah ow daddeh fiwst pwace in deiw heawtsie.”
According to the breeder, it was “conditioning” the Fluffies to ensure their pureness. Of course a toy should have its eyes only for the owner. We cannot allow those tiny minds to veer into dark and lustful temptation. They could spread it to you, your children, your family. But worry not, the “conditioning” was diligently applied by the caretakers. “Your Fluffy will never ask about having babies or a mate!” - which was reinforced with the lack of entire reproductive system. It was an advertising gimmick for people, and it worked with foal-aged Fluffies. If it didn’t, those foals which kept asking breeding related questions were killed and discarded as a faulty item.
Surprisingly, foals post removal were doing well and happy. Some even expressed gladness for having their genitals taken, as they “domt wanna go to foewa huuhuu pwace”. Seems the brainwashing really took its roots in those half-witted Fluffy brains. Among those foals was Tulla, born an alicorn to a very special birthday order. Town’s mayor had a daughter who dreamed of a Fluffy, a special one just for her. A perfect toy-pet to play with! But also one nobody else has! So it was decided - an alicorn female Fluffy in pretty colors for the 10th birthday.
Tulla felt a sense of pride and vanity when the caretakers referred to her as “special order”. Not only is she a Fluffy with both wings and pointie, she was also a good pure fluffy going to a really good home. A home where she’s a special order. Her new owner Mummah is going to be so kind, and good, and give huggies and love… Because that’s what is supposed to happen - good pure Fluffies go to good homes where they’re loved and cared for. Tulla often fantasized about how her new Mummah is going to look like, how the housie is going to look like, if she’s gonna have lots of toysies to play with, or will Mummah take her on walks with a fancy pretty leash. Her high hopes soared like Icarus across the sky. And, behold, she was not let down!
Tulla was already an older talking baby when she was sold and introduced to her first home with mayor’s daughter. Still had sweetness and cuteness of a foal, but she communicated better than younger foals and even foals her age. This truly helped her settle in her new home and with everyone, even the family’s Yorkshire Terrier. Everyone seemed joyous over the new addition to the household. But as some say, “first taste of the candy is the sweetest”. How can anyone expect bitterness when you get this lucky? Mayor’s daughter, special order, alicorn? Tulla considered herself bestest Fluffy to ever be out there.
Past - First Home
Oh the memorable day when she first arrived at the mayor’s manor for the daughter’s 10th birthday party. It was so pretty! The yard was big and well kept, flowers and shrubs were growing in designed arrangements and grass was lusciously green. She was carried in a typical live-cargo box with holes punched at the top. Tulla did her best to see through those holes and get a peek at her new surroundings. Her ears twitched at the sound of children laughing, singing made-up birthday songs, intertwined with music and adults chatting. The party was on and she’s going to make it even more amazing! She’s a special order after all. The box hit the surface of the party table and many gasps were heard: “is that a Fluffy??”, “I’ve heard they got some small breeder here…”, “will it have, you know, the… the between legs stuff?” and many more that mixed into one surprised hum. Suddenly the eruption of “THANK YOU PAPA, THIS IS BEST BIRTHDAY EVER PAPA!” broke the stasis and the box opened, blinding small alicorn for a moment. She was swiftly pulled up by a pair of small hands, and to her delight, to a sight of a small girl grinning widely and giggling with happiness.
-“Nyu Mummah! Fwuffy ees hiew to gibe biggest heawt happies!”
-“Oh yes you are! So pretty! I will call you Tulip, becus that’s my favorite flower!”
-“Gaaaasp, nyu namesie Tew’weep wike a pwetty fwowew! Tank yu Mummah! Tew’weep wubs Mummah!”
Both sides were beyond themselves with pure sunshine in their hearts.
What followed was a standard set up for a Fluffy saferoom/playroom with all the necessities, but just as well with quite a few luxuries. Whole room had a pretty pink aesthetic to it, with walls, floor and furniture all having various shades of pastel pink. There were at least three different varieties of playing blocks, plus some genuine Lego Duplo. There were many plushies and figurines of different animals. Play pen with colorful plastic balls to dive into. Hell, a medium Fluffy slide next to the play pen. But the true luxury was in the bed, litterbox and feeding station. The bed was big, soft and plushy, covered by equally plushy blanket to serve as a duvet. Litterbox was kind of in the futuristic glam, being egg shaped, adorned with many buttons and a display screen. The opening was perfectly circular, showing off the welcoming inside painted with smiles and flowers. Now, the feeding station was a fancy feast for Fluffies. Big water bottle to drink from, heart shaped bowl for kibble, an automated hoof & snout wiper for messy eaters.
What a dream come true! Everything is so incredible, beautiful and good! Life just can’t be better for a Fluffy as lucky as Tulip!
The life was sweet like honey, filled with hugs, play, walks, and love of course! Mayor’s daughter and her alicorn were inseparable. Always playing together, eating dinner together, walking doggie together… Everything was like a dream. Best dream ever. But Tulip wouldn’t stay as a baby forever. Fluffies grow rather fast, a yearling is already a filly/colt and next year they’re considered young adults. Well, she was not supposed to be a Forever Chirpie, it was accounted for her to grow and mature. It’s a natural cycle.
Since it applies to everyone, mayor’s daughter also grew and changed. By her 13th birthday she wasn’t so keen on fluffy playtime anymore. At first it was homework and studying more. Then it was after school private classes. Time Tulip spent with her Mummah drastically shrunk and devolved to water & food refill and litterbox cleaning. Tulip remembered that good Fluffies always listen to their Mummah, so when she was told she gotta play by herself now, she painfully obeyed. Why is Mummah always away now? Did she do something that upset Mummah? Maybe she’s a bad fluffy? Left alone to her own devices, Tulip quickly worked up endless scenarios on why her Mummah didn’t want to play with her anymore. Yet, she cried only when she was all alone - good Fluffies never show any negativity around Mummah. Only best sides.
One of those days something has changed. It was palpable, even to a simple Fluffy. Tulip could feel something is coming. Something would happen and her life would change irreversibly. This feeling of tension and anxiety wouldn’t stop plaguing her.
Mayor stepped into the playroom with a live-cargo box.
-“Come on girlie, we’re going on a small trip!”
Tulip’s eyes lit up with hope. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad day after all!
-“Gaaaasp, a twip?? Yaaayy, Tew’weep goinn on a twip! Wiww Mummah come on de twip?”
-“Sorry girlie, she’s at school now and can’t come. But don’t worry! It’s gonna be really quick, she won’t notice!”
-“Otay pahpah! Tew’weep go’os on a twip wiv pahpah!”
Alicorn trustfully stepped into the box which was then closed and carried to a car. Tulip didn’t question her human care givers - good Fluffies trust their human family.
They drove for about 45 minutes, but to Tulip it’s lasted a one good nap. As she was waking up, her ears were grasping single words spoken between two people. “Yes… Shelter… Surrender… Bye Sir…” What was that about? Before Tulip could fully grasp what’s going on, her box opened and she was raised by the scruff. “Aawawawaaa…!” That was her first rough treatment in life and she obviously didn’t like it. Soon enough she found herself in a single fluffy enclosure with litterbox, water, kibble, flat pillow for a bed.
-“HUHH?! WAT DIS MEANS? WHEWE EES PAHPAH?! WHEW AM TEW’WEEP?!”
-“I’m sorry little one, you are at a Fluffy shelter. Your family left you here because they don’t want you anymore.”
-“WAT DAT?! BUH, BUH MUMMAH WUB TEW’WEEP SOU MUCH! MUMMAH PWOMISED WOTS OF PWAYTIME AND HUGGIES! MUMMAH WOOD NEBA WEAVE TEW’WEEP!!”
-“I’m so, so sorry little one… But your Mummah left you. You will never see her again. But, maybe there would be someone else who could be your new Mummah?”
-“NOOOOUU!! TEW’WEEP WANS OWD MUMMAH!! TEW’WEEP WANS GOU HOME!! TO PWETTY PINKY PWAY WOOM!! NU WANS BE HIEW!! MUMMAH!! MUMMAH SABE TEW’WEEP!! MUUUUUUMAAAAAAHHH!!”
She collapsed into inconsolable sobbing and wailing. She couldn’t believe this is her reality now. She would never feel her plushy bed and blanket. She would never play with her blockies. She would never see her Mummah again. Would never go on walkies together. Never have nummies together. The dream has ended and the nightmare began.
Past - After Abandonment & Life at Shelter
The more the reality sank in, the more alicorn mare felt like it’s a lie. Everything was a lie. Her home, which was supposed to be forever, just disappeared as if someone pulled the rug from under her hooves. She couldn’t grasp why has it happened to her. She was a good Fluffy, a pure Fluffy. She never asked for anything, she never asked about anything. She always listened to her Mummah and others from the family. She was always in her playroom, unless someone took her outside. She never broke any toysie or any other item. She never complained. Always ate her food without batting an eye. Always did her poopies and peepees in the litterbox. She was such a good Fluffy… Why did Mummah leave her? Good and pure Fluffies go to good homes… Was she not “good” enough to stay?
Unable to process the abandonment, alicorn slipped into what looked like the worst apathy known to both people and Fluffies. She stopped yelling for her Mummah. She stopped talking all together. Tulip only responded to directly asked questions, but didn’t make a conversation. If another Fluffy tired to strike up something, she simply didn’t answer. She cried at night but didn’t call out for anybody. She drank water no problem, but the kibble was hardly eaten. Not because she was turning her nose up, but because she plainly couldn’t. Her stomach got tied up in a knot from all stress and sadness. Still, she didn’t go into “wanna die” loop.
Perhaps this saved her - even if ignored, one Fluffy resident of shelter kept talking to her, and it uplifted alicorn’s sanity. It was an earthie stallion from the same breeder mill, as he lacked anything resembling genitals; just two holes in his rear. It was kind of strange how it was a stallion that looked like a sort of Cleopatra-sphinx, and fittingly, his name was Kleo. He spoke in an emotionless monotone voice, like a tired old man. It showed that he already changed homes a number of times in his 4 years of living.
-“Tew’weep. Weesen Tew’weep. Kleo nous ees you fiwst taim. Fiwst one aw’ways wowstest. Buh dis wiww go away. Nyu Mummah ow Daddeh aww no bad. Dey awso gib huggies ann nummies. Somtaims eben bettah dan owd Mummah ow Daddeh. Buh somtaims nyu Mummah ow Daddeh aww bad, dey hit fwuffy, huwt fwuffy, gib no nummies. You neba nou weweh you go. Good homesie wiww come, buh you habs to wait.”
Wait? Waiting was all she could do at this point. It was going to be an excruciating wait, as even one day at the shelter felt like a “small eternity”.
Time has passed, Kleo kept talking to Tulip, and Tulip slowly, somehow, somewhat, began improving. At first she started eating more, even did her best to eat her share of sketties on the shelter’s sketti day. Her energy rose and Tulip shyly called for Kleo, asking him to tell her more stories from his good homesies. Kleo, by this point, was hellbent on putting this mare back on her hooves, if that’s the last thing he did. He always kept being near her, eating together if possible. Kind of like a guard dog. Shelter didn’t object to their behavior - they can’t breed anyway. Maybe Kleo saw himself in Tulip, him when he was surrendered to a shelter for the first time. Such a beautiful and delicate flower like Tulip, completely brutalized by the reality of a Fluffy life. But she was pretty, by both fluffy and human standard, she had a chance to get out. Chance to go to a real good homesie.
The two grew close together, as the weeks, then months, passed at the shelter. Mercifully, it was a no-kill shelter ran by devoted HugBoxers. Fluffies in this shelter were properly fed, cared for, had days out in the shelter yard, even had a shabby TV set for movie days. Tulip gradually got more and more out of her casing of sorrow. She went outside with everyone on yard days, even if she didn’t play herself. She watched others while Kleo trotted around, carefully glancing if alicorn mare is fine. She began partaking in regular activities again. It was sluggish and clumsy, but she was understandably still unfit from laying in one place for a long time, trying to digest her new trauma.
Things were looking up for Tulip - her new friend Kleo was such an unexpected support, a genuine friend indeed. She couldn’t understand why was he like this towards her, but soon she simply stopped thinking about it. She was glad and grateful he was here, so she again had someone who cared about her and wanted her presence. She again felt like when she was a good baby Fluffy and her Mummah held her close in a snuggle.
Mare spent a total of 5 months at the shelter.
It was a rainy autumn’s day, clouds were dark and heavy all across the sky. The rain was humming, clanging against the windows and bluntly tapping on the pavement outside. Tulip listened to the rain sounds, trying to find any odd sounds among them. There were footsteps first, then the doors opened, two ladies exchanges greetings. The steps grew closer and louder, and the strange lady asked: “What’s her story?” She pointed at Tulip. The strange lady… Is interested? Maybe… she really is a good Fluffy after all. Two ladies talked for a moment and turned to her; their gaze met with mare’s, and the mare instinctively backed off. “Goodness, that’s it, I will take them both. Two standard Fluffies will be plenty fine with me. I will pay with a card.” What? The strange lady was taking her home? And Kleo was coming too? Couldn’t be, no way. This was too good to be true. But then the enclosures opened and both Fluffies were put in separate fluffy carriers. Alicorn was a bit hesitant and confused, but when she saw Kleo sending her a wink, she calmed down. She smiled. She smiled again for a very first time in forever. A minor thrill of excitement raced her mind. Maybe it would be a good Mummah. It would be great to have a good Mummah again. Kleo too would have a good Mummah, it would be like in a dream again.
Present - New Mummah and New Home
The strange lady stepped outside into the rain, carrying both Fluffies in the carriers. Her steps were hasty and jumpy, making the way to a black car with a mister sitting in the driver’s seat. The lady put Kleo down to open the car’s door. Their carriers were put on newspaper covered backseats.
Something came over the alicorn and she closed her eyes, refusing to open until they arrived at new homesie. She was overwhelmed by conflicting feelings, joy and fear, desire to be held and being unable to open up to it. Tulip was dazed and couldn’t focus on any interaction. She could hear Kleo being his snappy self in his classic monotone voice. “Am nu hownwess mistuh, am earfie fwuffy. Am fout hoomans nou dis.” There was a brief banter between the lady, the mister and Kleo. They laughed and the atmosphere lifted. Tulip stopped clenching up herself in a tight curl and streched out in her carrier. She laid back down on her side, propping her head against the carrier’s wall.
This time the drive was longer and the constant growl of the car’s engine mixed with the rain lulled Tulip into sleep. Before she drifted off, she heard the lady say “I know she’s gonna need some work, but I have all the time now. I hope she stays…”. Two words echoed in alicorn’s head as she fell asleep, hope and stay. Maybe that’s why she didn’t plummet in the “wan die”, she simply had some deeply internalized hope. And maybe Kleo sensed that hope and tried to light it up, led by some strange instinct. Who knows how Fluffies really work. Those tiny volatile minds have proven to shock and surprise.
The mare slept a dreamless sleep which felt like a void holding her down. Only darkness and omnipresent weight pressing onto her. As if something tried to prevent her early awakening. She felt her sleep being long and heavy, so when she did wake up, she needed a longer while to fully come back to her senses.
She was lying on a plushy bed, covered with a plushy blanket. So familiar already. The room was spacious, dark woody floor covered by a beige carpet, walls painted a pleasant shade of vibrant green. There were very few fluffy furniture pieces, couple of plushies and wooden play blocks. Kleo was lying next to her bed, seemingly still guarding her.
-“Huuhh, Kweoh…”
-“Ees okay. Nyu Mummah ees good… fow nao. Mummah gabe nyu namesies.”
-“Nyu namesies…?”
-“You aw Tuwwa nao. Am Wamses. Pwease caww Wamses wiv nyu namesie.”
-“Oohh… Am wike nyu namesie, Tuwwa saunds nice… And Wamses ees bettah namesie dan Kweo.”
Stallion let out a little snort in amusement and they both chuckled. It looked like it would be a good homesie for them.
“Hello darlings…” Soft feminine voice emerged from the opened doors. The lady had a very light white skin, dark blonde curls, her body on a chubby side. She was dressed in light blue jeans and a pink t-shirt. She walked over to the Fluffies and sat down on the floor. “Hi sweetie, welcome to your new home! My name is Sally and I’m your new mama. I think we’re going to be a very merry little family! I hope you like your new names, Tulla and Ramses.”
I am open to critique and advice. I want to stick as close to the canon as possible (I’m still settling down as a new member).
