" Peep! Peep! Mummah! Chirp!"
Tux peeped, reaching out to his mummah Nathalie for uppsies. He tilted his head curiously at his daddeh Henry who didn’t seem as happy. He handed her something green. Whatever it was it made his mummah happy.
" Daddeh! Peep peep!" Tux excitedly reached out to him too, his wingies, now having their feathers flapped.
" There, better?" Nathalie teased Henry.
" Well you aren’t out some money" Henry picked the foal up, he giggled making gibberish in an attempt to talk " Hehe, still it is cute hearing him trying to talk" He allowed the foal to give him a huge the best he can. " Still amazed we even kept him alive".
"Amazed he’s even alive with you know " Nathalie replied as he silently agreed, the foal didn’t understand as it peeped to his mummah.
" Mummah!" Tux cheeped pointing to her with his little hoofie, making her smile.
" Yes, I am mummah" She leaned him letting him give huggies to her face.
" This whole fluffy talk is contagious…" Henry sighed, he wasn’t too use to how silly it was sounding.
In the coming days, Tux was growing , no longer was he able to fit in their palm, he was big enough that their hands would only fit around his torso. He had more fluff on him than before, his tuxedo like pattern showing more than how he was when he was little. He also been in the process of learning how to walk. It was still some getting use to, he nearly toppled his feeder when he fell on his side from trying to learn how to turn. But he was walking with a bit of confidence after a day or so. With him growing so much , they were considering moving him into the safe room once it was done. The needed to finish putting in some padding and a bed for him to sleep in and hopefully the egg white of the room was enough but if anything they will put in some decoration to appeal to a fluffy.
Not many major changes happened much with the couple. Though the foal learning to speak did cause more ruckus, especially when Henry had a call and the customer either derail the topic to talking about their own sweet little fluffy or how their gang kicked a fluffy so hard in the head it shat out it’s intestines. He politely remind either or about why they call them and moved on.
Tux was in his box, nuzzling with his stuffy friend that he had been with since he was a little babbeh. He was about to drift into sleepies when he heard the door open. “Mummah! Mummah!” Tux squeaked, getting up with his shaky feet as he looked up seeing her with a bag, it seemed to have something tan in. " Whu’ mummah hab?" the foal asked eying it with such curiosity.
" Oh we’re going to teach you something, Tux" Nathalie explained, putting a small looking plastic container. Before he got a chance to sniff it, the tan stuff was poured in with a cup. He titled his he curiously as it was filled. He did peep a bit from the unexpected pick up and placed on it. It felt weird, and he didn’t like how it got on his fluff.
" You’re getting to be a big fluffy. So we decided it was time to use the litter box" She began to explain.
“Wittew box?” Tux repeated " Whu’ wittew box fo’?"
" For when you need to poop. You can’t keep making a mess in your box. And certainly not on the floor. Those are…bad poopies" She explained trying to hide her cringe from saying it aloud " If you want to make good poopies, it has to be in the litter box" She finished as Tux listened.
Tux didn’t get it. He was fine just making poopies without this litter box. He tried to take a step out but was picked up and put back in " PEEP!! Bu’ mummah, nu wan use wittew boxie! Nu make Tux’s fwuff feew nice!"
" Then just stand up when you shit?" Nathalie bluntly said. She loved Tux but she even had to admit sometimes fluffies were just stupid. " Look point is, you’ll have to learn how to use this thing eventually".
" Nu!" Tux puffed him cheeks and crossed his hooves.
" Well you are going to have to go eventually. Most fluffies do anyway." She was taken back when Tux huffed and looked away.
Litter training didn’t go so well. Every time after feeding him, Henry and Nathalie would move him to the makeshift litter box and he would refuse to use it. Despite their shitty bowl control, they can hold it in for slightly longer than they can if they put their tiny minds to it. This was getting the two frustrated however with his refusal. They didn’t like how he was getting snippy with them about the litter box, worrying about it leading to him becoming a smarty.
Before dinner time was the the last straw for both of them. Before they even got to him, he already shat in his box and with the pouting look he was giving them , it was time he needed to learn a lesson. Finding the old box they had when he was younger, Henry cut a small hole in it while Nathalie went to get him. Tux heard her coming but instead of the gentle pick up to carry him to get nummies, she roughly picked him up by the scruff .
" EEEEEEE BAD UPSIES!! " Tux screeched squirming in place. He didn’t understand why mummah was being so mean to him and giving him hurties! " Wai gib Tux hurties? Am guud fwuffy!"
" No, you been a bad fluffy recently. You refuse to use the litter box like we told you." She didn’t even look at him as Henry finished setting up the box. Tux was confused by the box, but he didn’t like what this could mean for him. " So you are going to the sorry box without dinner tonight".
Tux went wide eye hearing this. No nummies and he was going into this sorry box? “P -pwease mummah! Tux nu make bad poopies nu mowe! Wiww make guud poopies huuhuu!” Tux cried kicking around before being plopped down “Mummah-” .
Henry closed off the box by putting a towel over it . The two took their leave as they started to hear the crying and peeping of the foal.
" Oooh… I don’t like hearing him cry" Nathalie looked a bit regretful putting him in the sorry box. Henry while it did break his heart abit knew it had to be done.
" Well it was either that or getting a smarty. And I’ll be damned if I have a smarty on hand" Henry said as they went to the kitchen to eat, without Tux.
Tux was not fairing well in the box. He didn’t like the dark, he didn’t like how small it was, how his only source of light was the small hole. Worse for him, he didn’t like how alone he was.
“Mummah! Daddeh! Pwease wet Tux out sowwy box!! Am sowwy fo’ makin’ bad poopies! Peep! Peep!” Tux cried trying to get any grasp on the wall of the box to no effect. He tried to reach the hole but it was high enough to barely able to touch it " Huuhuuhuu…" Tux sat back. He didn’t like what his mummah called him earlier. A bad fluffy. He always been good! it wasn’t until that stupid litter box came in that his mummah decided he was bad. But he didn’t wanna use it! He was perfectly fine just going else where!
It would seem whatever luck he had was going to be put to the test when he felt build up in his poopie place. He tried to hold it in the best he could, he needed to do poopies but mummah and daddeh weren’t here! They always cleaned it up! And with a loud fart, he screeched out as he shat right there “Nuuuuuuhuuhuuhuu pwease no weave poopie pwace huuhuu!” Tux cried as he was trapped in the dark box with his own shit. He whine before he had a rare thing to a fluffy. An idea. He looked at the hole left for him so he could have air. What if he jumped and then grab the outside? It was perfect! He wiggled his butt, his wingies spread and then he made the leap!
Unfortunately he miscalculated and hit the wall, making him fall backwards and right into his own foul shit. “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! NUUUUUUHUUHUU!! MUMMAH, DADDEH PWEASE SAB TUX!!! HUUHUU NO SMEWW PWETTIE HUUHUU!!” Tux cried now the smell of shit was all over him. his feathers and back smeared in feces as he cried out.
Nathalie and Henry were watching a action movie. They jumped a bit hearing Tux scream from the other room. They were quite surprise how loud a fluffy can be sometimes.
" Ooh, I hate hearing him cry like that" Henry commented. He grabbed the remote and higher the volume till his crying was only barely audible.
" Henry…" Nathalie frowned but didn’t say much else. She knew this was gonna straighten out Tux. In fact she read up it was one of the more humane way to punish a fluffy. She did wonder if taking his little plush was a enough but then he may have thrown a temper tantrum and who knows what would come of that. " We should at least give him some water".
“Oh yeah, of course. I didn’t forget. I should throw out that box too. Probably gonna be full of shit and piss” .
" Yeah. When should we let him out?"
" Hm, how about before we go to bed?"
" Yeah, that sounds fine by me"
Tux only let out pitiful peeps as sobs in the corner of the box. He was covered in more shit due to his freak out as well as shitting more as a response. The white parts of his fluff were now brown and dirty, he even peeped a little. He didn’t even bother moving his wingies any more feeling them being coated. He wanted to be clean. He wanted to see the light. He wanted nummies. He wanted mummah and daddeh.
Tux didn’t know how long he was stuck in the box. Time wasn’t something fluffies were go at keeping track of, so he felt like he was there for a long time. He missed mummah and daddeh. He didn’t know where they were. He only heard footsteps but they never acknowledged him when he screamed and peep. Did they not love him anymore? Were they going to leave him like this? All cause he didn’t do what he was told?
The gravity of what he did for not listening setting in. It was all his fault and he was ashamed with himself. He promised himself if he ever get out, he would start using the litter box like a good fluffy.
He lifted his head up hearing the door opening. He heard daddeh say something bad before he left. It gave him heart hurties as he lowered his head back down. Just before he wept himself to sleep, he heard him come back. Some noise before the box opened, Daddeh looked disgusted. For Tux, it meant daddeh hated him…
Henry was more grossed out by how much shit there was. Having gone back to get gloves, he picked up Tux, who didn’t even make a noise. " Alright let’s get you cleaned up. You’re still not getting food tonight but you will get some water" He told him going to the bath room. Tux barely reacted to being cleaned with warm water. He was too ashamed to really say much plus it was nice that his poopies were being cleaned off.
After drying him off, He brought Tux back to Nathalie who had a bowl of water. " Well, Tux, what did you learn?".
" Wisten to mummah and daddeh…" He replied, couldn’t bring himself to look at her.
" And?" Henry asked him next.
“Awways gu in wittew box…awways make guud poopies”
" Hm… and?" Nathalie asked one more to see what he would say.
" A-awways be guud fwuffy" Tux finally said. The two were satisfied with his answer. They gave him the bowl of water that he quite drank up. Henry went to throw out the box in the meantime.
" You know you still won’t have any dinner for tonight right?" Nathalie looked at him with a stern look. Tux looked at her and quietly nodded. He didn’t think he deserve dinner for not listening.
He was a bad fluffy today.