Alize had just gone into the alleyway to take a quick piss. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, then he would go to another bar with the lads. He didn’t expect a Fluffy to suddenly hug his leg and call him daddeh, much less a dirty stinking feral. He tried not to gag as the smell of dried excrement hit his nose, then stared at the feral with horror, as he realized that if he could smell it from up here, then it must have been a very dirty feral. He cringed as he imagined all the fecal matter currently covering its fur, the same fecal matter that was probably staining his jeans.
“Ughhh!” he groaned, as he shook the Fluffy off his leg.
The Fluffy landed on its rump with a slight oof, then looked at him with hurt eyes. It did that thing where they tilted their head to the side and put a hoof to their mouth, to emphasize their shock as cutely as possible. This one was even crying, as it said “Daddeh?!” in its shocked tone.
Alize rolled his eyes. He hadn’t seen that act for a while. When was the last time he saw a feral Fluffy in an alleyway begging for a warm house and a loving owner? Roughly a year actually. Ever since the government deemed feral Fluffies a permanent invasive species, and serious measures were taken, he had been seeing less and less of them on the streets, and the ferals that ran away to the forest were too scared of humans to go to a town or even approach a human. He figured that this was probably a runaway. A really dirty runaway, maybe one who had been severely neglected by its owner?
“Iz mi Uwpee” the feral Fluffy suddenly said.
Uwpee? Why did that name sound familiar? He was still feeling a little bit tipsy, but there was something about that name. A feeling that sobered him up. Wasn’t that what Millie’s Fluffy used to call herself?
“Uw…Uphie?” he suddenly asked in clarification.
The Fluffy’s eyes widened, and she nodded vigorously. She began shaking about in some kind of dance. Then she stood on her hind legs and raised her fore legs towards him. Alize recognized the pose. It was the upsie pose, a silent request for him to pick her up and coddle her, all with the biggest sweetest smile she could muster. Even with all that filth covering her, she still managed to muster some cuteness, acting like a baby. It was as though… She had complete fucking forgotten how she didn’t want her mummah to treat her like a fucking baby and ran away because she saw herself as a grown ass mare who could handle having foals of her own, yet an entitled rotten piece of shit who could not even handle rejection.
Alize looked at her with utter contempt, gritting his teeth. He stared at that disgusting walking and talking shit bag. She was supposed to be beige, but her fur was a very dark brown. He wondered if Uphie had been sleeping in feces all this time, most likely her own excrement. This pathetic waste of space probably spent her time outside, shivering in a nest of her own filth, because she was too afraid to venture out. It was amazing that she had survived outside for so long. How did she survive for so long?
His thoughts were interrupted, as he noticed Uphie had started crawling towards him. She was probably gonna hug his leg in an attempt to garner pity, but Alize was having none of it and stepped back, before she could succeed. He watched at Uphie’s pitiful attempt, missing his leg and plopping onto the floor. Uphie stared at him with her puppy-dog eyes full of hurt and betrayal.
“D… Daddeh?.. Nu wike Uwpee anwmuu?”
Alize looked at her with disdain. Anymore? Did this shit rat actually think that he liked her before? He could not recall a time where he was nice to Uphie, best was that he tolerated her existence. It was hard for him to like Fluffies. They were unsettling at best and horrific at worst. There was just something creepy about the way these rodent-like abominations could emulate human speech and behavioral patterns akin to that of a four year old child, yet also easily capable of selfishness, cruelty, discrimination and sexual deviance that he had never seen in an ordinary child.
It was that disconnect in their nature. A helpless creature often completely dependent on their own, asking for huggies, wub, nummies and such, and then seeing these same creature beat each other to death over a bowl of food, or force another Fluffy to only eat feces due to their darker fur color, or those grown stallion raping a bunch of foals for pleasure, and though he knew that not all Fluffies were like that, it was hard not to see a Fluffy and wonder if that creature was perhaps a sociopath pretending to be child. Alize had to wonder what kind of cruelties Uphie had committed out there in the wild. His thoughts were interrupted by Uphie’s cries,
“Uw… Uwpie sowwi daddeh… Hu hu hu… Uwpie sowwi fo wunning way fwom housie. Hu hu hu. Pwease hewp… Hu hu hu… Pwease hewp Uwpie gu housie… Hu hu hu… su Uwpie can teww mummah… hu hu hu… Uwpie sowwi… Hu hu hu”
Her apology was pathetic and she was getting quite noisy. Alize looked around in concern, he didn’t want to be caught in an alleyway with some dirty, crying shit rat. What would people think? He needed to shut her up. Maybe stomp her face in? It would be quick, though he did not really want to step on what was essentially a shit covered bag full of blood, piss and filth. Maybe just run away and let her die alone, but he knew that she would follow him and he felt embarrassed at the idea of people seeing him run away from such a tiny creature, but that wasn’t it, there was something more. The filth and embarrassment were just excuses, it was just a feeling that he could not abandon her and he could not just let her die now.
“Calm down Uphie. Stop crying. I… Uh… Daddeh still wike you…” he said softly.
That worked. Uphie quietened down as she looked at her daddeh with surprise. She began to wipe a few tears away with her hooves, then started crawling towards him, making soft hu hu hu noises as she crawled closer. She hugged his leg and this time Alize did not pull away, he only sighed as the Fluffy wrapped her legs around his, nuzzling his jeans for comfort and rubbing her tainted fur against the cloth. He cringed in disgust, but kept still and tried to smile as much as he hated it.
He could not kill her. Not Millie’s Fluffy. Not now. That apology was pathetic, but it seemed heartfelt. He had known Uphie for two years and in those two years he had only come to know her as a spoiled brat who never apologized, no matter what bad shit she did. A manipulative crap toy who pulled out the crocodile tears and spoiled child tantrums whenever her mummah got mad at her. This was the first time he heard a genuine apology come from Uphie’s mouth. Perhaps a sign of emotional maturity?
He didn’t care that she was sorry. He didn’t care about Uphie at all, but he did care about Millie and he knew that his girlfriend loved Uphie. She really did love her Fluffy, so much so that it broke her when Uphie ran away. Really, really broke her. It took them months to fix her back up. Him, her family and her friends. She had gotten better over the last few months, but it always felt that Millie was never completely over it. That a part of her was still missing. Alize felt that she needed closure. She needed to see Uphie again, and she needed to be the one to decide Uphie’s fate.
He removed Uphie from his leg gently and walked towards the box she came from. Neither made any noises as Alize peered inside. He was greeted to the sight of two foals clinging tightly together as they shivered violently.
“These yours?” He asked Uphie, though he already knew the answer.
Uphie nodded. “Yes daddeh! Iz Uwpee’s babbehs!”.
She looked so proud that Alize could not help but roll his eyes, though he was a bit surprised. He kind of thought they would be older. Much older. These foals looked only a little over a month old. He wondered if Uphie had other foals before, but didn’t bother to ask.
“Come on. Get in.” He commanded in a soft yet firm tone.
Uphie looked at him in confusion. “Y daddeh?” She asked in a somewhat panic tone.
“So I can bring you to my house… silly” he tried to say playfully.
Fortunately, Uphie did not seem to notice his growing contempt and got into the box without further fuss. She looked a lot more cheerful, and was quick to calm her foals down when he turned the box the right side up. She made a little fuss as he covered the box with a lid, but said nothing more, when he said it was to keep them warm, though it was more because he did not want to be seen with a box full of dirty Fluffies.
Alize whipped his phone out of his pocket and began to message his friends, telling them that something had come up and that he needed to go home quickly. One friend gave the thumbs up emote, while another friend asked why. After responding that he would explain later, he picked up the box and headed home.
He did not really want to go through the main road. It was crowded and though the box was covered, he really did not want people knowing that he was carrying a box full of dirty ferals. It wasn’t an uncommon sight, but it just bothered him, the thought that people would see him and think that he was some kind of abuser so depraved that he could not get a Fluffy from a shelter, and so desperate that he would take the dirtiest Fluffies ever seen, just to get his kicks. Though in truth, he knew most would think he was just a hugboxer who felt sorry for these entitled aberrations. That in itself felt like an irksome conclusion as well.
He took the side streets, off beaten paths and alleyways, constantly reminding Uphie and her foals to keep quiet. She kept whinging. Not really a loud whining, but more of quiet complaints. She was scared. It was too cold. The box was too dark. It was too bumpy inside. Alize had started to wonder if he had made the right move. How much could a Fluffy really mature? Was it possible that Uphie might revert to her spoilt state? Would it be worse now that she had two more foals?
Alize began to grow unsure now. What if returning Uphie to Millie was the wrong move? Returning the ungrateful turd factory might have reopened old wounds. What if it made the obsession worse? Though Alize felt that Millie should get to decide the fate of her runaway, he kind of expected her to scream at Uphie and then get rid of her, either throw her away or send her to shelter, but what if Millie decided to take in Uphie and her foals? What if Millie started thinking that the reason Uphie ran away was because she did not spoil her Fluffy enough.
Surely not? The amount of times he and Millie’s cousins reminded her that Uphie ran away because she had spoilt the Fluffy rotten. Surely Millie would not obsess over Uphie again? But this was MIllie he was talking about, someone who spent thousands on some stupid foal-in-a-can. She had told him herself, she bought the can purely out of curiosity, yet soon Millie had renovated an entire bed room and bought so many expensive Fluffy care products, accessories and consumables.
What if she were to revert? What if bringing Uphie back would make Millie more obsessed and what if Millie began spending more money to prevent Uphie and her foals from running away? No. Millie hated those shit rats now. She liked watching those Fluffy abuse videos now, but those were random Fluffies and this was Uphie, a Fluffy whom she had raised since birth. Uphie was different. Uphie was her baby. If your baby ran away and came back sorry, surely you would take it back.
Alize stood outside the entrance to his apartment building. Now he was no longer sure if he wanted to return Uphie. On one hand bringing the Fluffy back might give Millie closure, she was watching a little too many Fluffy abuse videos, now that he thought about it, and perhaps returning a remorseful Uphie might make her feel better or at least give her the target of her ire and then allow her to move on, yet Alize could not shake the feeling that he was about to make a big mistake.
What if Uphie was not as remorseful? What if she came back and immediately started treating Millie like shit? He could not imagine that giving Millie closure, it might even return Millie back to her depressive state. He could probably tell Uphie not to do it beforehand, but would she even listen, or would she just say yes and ignore him later? He could totally imagine Uphie being a two-faced fucker that would say yes to anything just to return to mummah, then think she could walk all over her mummah again, just because she was Millie’s dear little fucktard baby.
He also had to consider that Millie and Uphie were together for roughly three and a half years. That was three and half years to make treasured memories together. Sure Uphie practically took a big nasty deuce over their tight bond when she ran away, but how many times did Uphie do naughty shit then Millie would defend her, saying that Uphie was just a baby and didn’t know better. As much as he did not want to admit it, he could imagine Millie going back to obsessing over her small precious furry baby, and now she had two more fuzzy little furballs to take care of as well.
Alize removed the lid of the box. He looked down to see Uphie staring at him with her big yellow eyes. The two foals were snuggled tightly together. They had warmed down a bit and were both staring at him with their big round eyes, all three giving him that adorable puppy dog stare. He had to admit, even with all the shit, dirt and other filth staining their fur and that horrid stench, they still looked kind of cute, and if they looked cute to a Fluffy hater like him, then they were probably be absolutely adorable to Millie.
Maybe she would be cold to them at the start, but how long would it take for the cute stares and the soft pleading for mummah’s affection, before they weave their way into Millie’s heart again and infect her with their artificial adorableness? How long before she would start spending obscene amounts of money on her little bundles of fuzzy joy again? How long before they would start fighting that she was spending too much time and attention on her bio-toys again? How long before they all broke Millie’s heart again?
What if she succeeded in killing herself this time?
That last thought ran through his heart like a knife and he felt a chill on his spin. The thought of losing her forever. His breath quickened as he entertained such a possibility and he stared at Uphie and her foals. He just stared at them silently and he figured he must have giving them quite a scary look, as Uphie had started to fidget nervously and began to whimper ever so slightly.
“Da… Daddeh?” she managed to utter.
Alize felt the fear overcome him and suddenly put the box down, causing Uphie to panic.
“Y… Y daddeh p…pwutt boxie down… Uwpee n babbehs nut in housies yet still ouwside”
Alize thought about it. Just walk away and leave. Maybe go back to the bar, rejoin his friends for another drink or go home and sleep. Maybe someone else would find Uphie and adopt the mare and her two foals. Maybe Uphie freezes to death in the night. Maybe a cleaner brings her to a shelter. Regardless, he just had to walk away and she would stop being his problem. He wouldn’t have to talk about this to anyone. It would just be his secret. No one would know.
Yet he felt guilty. It was Millie’s Fluffy. Someone she had raised and cared for so long. She had only ever been kind and loving to this furry turd. Uphie lived a good life, one better than most Fluffies, and how did she repay Millie? By running away after having one request rejected. It wasn’t even a tiny request, it was a fucking massive request. More foals equaled more pets to care for. More mouths to feed. More space. More beds. More toys. More money needed to be spent. More time needed to be used. Millie had every right to say no and instead of having an agreeable Fluffy who would accept her decision, the little fucker ran away. Millie deserved something, she deserved having Uphie returned to her. She deserved the chance to tell Uphie how she felt and how much she hurt her.
He felt like a coward. A spineless fool controlled by his own biases. The fear that she would become an extreme Hugboxer again. He wanted her to finally get some compensation for all the effort she went to raising a Fluffy from birth, but feared her falling into the same trap and spoiling her rotten old baby and the two new foals. Be a coward and leave Uphie, or return Uphie and risk Millie reverting to her old habits. He did not know what was right. He needed more time to think. Alize sighed and picked up the box. He did not acknowledge any of Uphie’s questions nor ease any of her fears. He simply walked past the lobby, into the lift and entered his flat.
He went straight to the bathroom. There was no way he was going to let a bunch of gross trash ponies roam about his clean and tidy flat. He then got some wet wipes and a trash bag. He was still not sure if he wanted to return Uphie to Millie, but if he did, he was going to make sure that the mare and her foals were presentable at the very least.
He removed the twigs, leaves and other foreign material from their mane, fur and tail, ignoring their annoying whimpering and complaints. He wiped away a lot of the filth from their fur until he could see their colors. Uphie’s beige fur looked a little faded and he was quite surprised to see that the other two foals had such dark colors. He had kind of expected one of them to be beige furred like her at least. Not a brown foal and a dark green foal. He had expected Uphie to definitely be the kind that prioritized the pretty colored foals over darker colors, but to be honest he did not really care.
Alize had managed to fill the rubbish bag with soiled tissue, but at least the Fluffies were now in a state where he believed their filth would no longer clog his drain. He started to fill the tub with water. He remembered how Millie told him to do it. Fill it to an inch with lukewarm water, put toys inside and let the Fluffies play around so that they would get used to it, before putting more water. He figured he would put Uphie in first as she could help the foals adjust easier with her maternal guidance, but unexpectedly she began to make a fuss and squirmed about as he tried to put her in the bath.
“Uphie! What the hell?! It’s a bath, your mummah gave you baths before. You remembered… Uh… bathsies, right? With Mr. Duckie and Mr. Fishy and like the… uh… other dozen bath toys.”
Uphie continued squirming and struggling. “Wawa bad fow Fwuffies!” She shouted in protest “Poopies nu wook pwetty and nu swell pwetty bu mak munstahs go away!”
Alize looked at the shit bag in confusion.
“What munstahs?! Its my fucking house. Stop squirming or I am throwing your and your shitty foals out.”
That managed to calm her down. Uphie had stopped squirming and nodded. She looked offended and scared, but she was no longer making a fuss, and only did those annoying whimpers when he put her in the water. She sat on her rump keeping her head down, as she sat on that inch of water. Alize just sighed.
Now it was her foals’ turn. It would seem that after cleaning them up with the wet wipes that two had warmed up a bit and had a lot more energy. The brown foal was already proving to be annoying. The minute it saw Alize’s hand it quickly bolted to the side and kept trying to evade him. Once he had grabbed it, the brown foal squirmed and shook, fluttering its tiny wings as fast as it could, screaming that he was a dummeh hooman, demanding him to let go and telling him that water was bad for it. It took all of Alize’s willpower not to strangle the nasty little turd, and the second he put it in the water, the brown foal bolted for his mummah and began climbing her.
“Dummeh hooman!” The brown foal screamed again
Uphie began to panic and put a hoof over her foal, trying to silence it.
“Nuuu caww daddeh dummeh hooman Bestest babbeh! Daddeh iz onwy wanna make Uwpie and babbehs wook n smeww pwetty.”
The brown foal continued hugging her mummah, refusing to look at Alize nor the tub, but did not protest when Uphie put the foal back in the water. Alize stared at the two incredulously. He did not care about the foal’s shitty attitude. He kind of expected it. He was more surprised about something else.
“Uh… That’s your bestest babbeh?” Alize asked, trying to clarify if he misheard.
Uphie nodded. She was beaming in pride. “Yesh! Bestest babbeh is Uwpee’s bestest babbeh!”
Alize gave another incredulous look. He had really expected Uphie to be the kind that discriminated based on fur color, it almost made him respect Uphie somewhat, until he looked at the brown foal and noticed the look it was giving him. The pout, the signature look of a Smarty, and those eyes. The eyes of pure rage. The kind that only a Smarty, who believed it was better than anyone, could make. Those kinds of Fluffies did not just come out, they were raised that way. Proof that Uphie really wasn’t a good mother. Like Millie had said, it was irresponsible for her baby to have babies of her own, and here was the result. Alize looked at the other foal in the box.
“Hey Uphie, what’s the name of this foal?” He asked.
“Gweenie babbeh!” Uphie proudly exclaimed. “Gweenie babbeh vewy noisie, and nut as good as Bestest babbeh, but Uwpee wub Gweenie babbeh becaw Uwpee good mummah!”
Alize scoffed. He reached for the dark green foal and noticed that it did not resist. It did not even make a single peep, staring at him with big green eyes. He could see the fear in its eyes and it was trembling, but it did not squirm nor shake nor make any complaints. The only reason he could tell that it was terrified was because it had pissed itself and its little wings were fluttering violently. Once Alize placed it into the water it quickly scampered to its mummah for comfort, making only a single peep. This was the noisy baby?
“Siwwy babbeh.” Uphie said with a chuckle. “Iz onwy wawa. Gweenie babbeh nee be bwave like Bestest babbeh. Wook at Bestest babbeh!”
The brown foal had started playing in the water, running around with an innocent smile. It started telling the dark green foal not to be “scaredy babbeh” with a stupid smug grin. It seemed to have completely forgotten how much of a fuss it had put up while Alize was putting it in the water and how quickly it had run to it’s mummah. Actually it also felt like Uphie had forgotten that as well. Lecturing the dark green foal to be brave, when the brown foal had done no better. He could kind of see how Bestest babbeh developed that Smarty attitude, and he had to admit he kind of felt sorry for Gweenie babbeh, and he started wondering again whether returning Uphie to Millie was a good move.
It actually proved to be very annoying washing Uphie and her foals. It felt that everything Alize did, always caused Uphie to fuss. He drained the water and she screamed “Wawa tak babbehs away”. He grabbed the shower and Uphie began screaming “Wainy wawa tu stwong fo babbehs”. He grabbed the soap and Uphie screamed “Soapie huwt babbehs eyes”. He smacked the tub in frustration, and Uphie began to make a high pitched wail while Bestest babbeh called him “a dummeh daddeh fo makin mummah cwy!” At that point he had gotten so pissed off that he tried to leave to calm down in the living room, but then Uphie began to scream “Uwpee sowwi! Uwpee sowwi! Daddeh dun weave Uwpee and babbehs in bathsies!”
“Enough Uphie! Enough!” He shouted.
Uphie quickly shut up and whimpered, but Bestest babbeh began screaming “Dummeh daddeh nu shouties mummah!”
He looked at Bestest babbeh with a cold rage. He began to wonder what the fuck he was doing. He hated Fluffies so why the fuck was he giving three of them a bath. Actually thinking about it, why was he tolerating Uphie’s foals? Millie only needed Uphie, why the hell was he letting this loud mouth sociopath in the making, talk to him like this. He looked at the tap and thought about holding the foal under running water and watching it squirm before it drowned to death. He hadn’t abused a Fluffy for so long, much less a foal, but today he was starting to feel those urges of imparting vicious violent harm. He figured he was probably making quite a scary face, because Uphie suddenly got in between him and Bestest babbeh.
“Nu huwt Bestest babbeh!” Uphie screamed.
“Uphie…”
“Nu huwt Bestest babbeh!” Uphie screamed again. Her voice cracked this time, as she trembled.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said as calmly as he possibly could.
Uphie stared at him with terror, she had started trembling quite violently and he could see that she had pissed and shat herself. Bestest babbeh was still screaming and he sneered as he reached for the foal, but suddenly Uphie bit his hand, in a bid to defend her child. Alize saw red and his fist connected with her face. He sent the Fluffy flying to the far end of the tub, knocking Uphie out almost immediately. Her snoot broken and bleeding.
Bestest babbeh now looked scared. It seemed to finally realize that its actions had consequences and it finally learnt to shut up. He pointed at it and could see the fear in its eyes and as he reached for it, the brown foal quickly scampered away. It ran behind the dark green foal, hiding behind the equally terrified foal. Alize couldn’t help but chuckle mockingly.
“What’s wrong Bestest? Don’t you want to scream at me again?” He taunted
Bestest only made a slight whimper as it hid behind Gweenie babbeh. Meanwhile Gweenie babbeh was giving those puppy dog eyes and making that meek stance. The dark green foal had defecated itself again, but suddenly bowed down.
“So… Sowwi daddeh…” It had managed to whisper.
That made him feel guilty. Somewhat. He turned to check if Uphie was alive. The mare was still breathing that was a good sign. Fluffies were always like that. Sensitive to pain yet surprisingly sturdy, especially given their size. He could still see that her nose was bleeding. Oh shit, he thought to himself. What if he broke Uphie. What if he gave her permanent brain damage or something. Would if Millie lost her shit? Surely not, right?
It reminded him of a time when Millie went crazy after he hit Uphie. He had never seen her so upset with him before. He remembered all the screaming and arguing, and he legitimately thought that they were gonna break up that day. God he remembered how much Millie loved Uphie. If he returned her, would she see her as the runaway or did she still see Uphie as her baby. What if he returned a brain dead Uphie? Unable to lie that he lost his cool and gave the mare a knuckle sandwich. How would she react?
Alize grimaced at the thought that after all time spent debating to himself internally whether to return Uphie or not, and all that effort to try control himself around these furry shit factories, what if Millie broke up with him for essentially killing her baby? No way, right? Not after everything Uphie put her through? He wasn’t sure. He never really talked to Millie about Fluffies after she started getting better. Never really wanted to talk about such a sensitive topic, and in truth he never even asked how she felt about those Fluffy abuse videos.
He looked at his phone. A couple of his friends replying take care or see ya next time from his previous message, some memes and shitposts, and a DM from one of his friends, Grut, asking him why he took a box of Fluffies. Alize closed his eyes and chuckled to himself in hopeless amusement. All that effort to hide the Fluffies and he had already been seen at the get go, Grut probably saw him when he left the alleyway, or maybe even earlier.
Alize sighed and then thought about it. Why was he hiding it in the first place? He saw a Fluffy that turned out to be Millie’s shitty runaway and he brought it home to give it a wash. Why was he being so secretive? Thinking about it, he wasn’t doing anything shameful, he was just being a nice boyfriend and in fact his friends could probably help him.
R u guys still drinking? He messaged.
Just Hans and I. The others went clubbing. Grut replied
Good. Hans was there. If anyone could offer advice, Hans would definitely be the one. He was after all Millie’s cousin and a fellow Fluffy hater. Alize paused as he suddenly remembered something important. He had promised to keep an eye on Hans and make sure he did not drink too much. Alize facepalmed himself in annoyance. It was just one fuck up after another with him today, wasn’t it?
Where ya go drink?
Still in McHalsworth.
Coming!
Huh?
Okay.
Alize turned to Uphie and the foals, still trapped inside the tub. Uphie was still knocked out cold and still bleeding, while the foals were still staring at him in fear. Without saying a word, he drained the tub, as the two foals made terrified squeals, then washed his hands and cleaned the filth that stained his jeans. He stared at Uphie and wondered if the mare would pass away while he was gone. If she did, that would be a a problem for later, right now he needed time to think and wanted to hear Hans’ opinion on the matter. He turned off the bathroom light as he left the bathroom, ignoring the screams of the foals as he closed the door and left for the bar.
- Yu namesie iz Bestest babbeh n yu mummah’s bestest babbeh.
- Mummah say she wub aww babbehs bu yu kno dat she wub yu da bestest.
- In scawy outsie mummah aways caww yu smartie babbeh n bwave babbeh
- Yu smartie babbeh who kno nu mak woud noises wen mummah wook fo mummah’s housie
- Oddah bestest, Bwue babbeh n Gweenie babbeh dummen n woud
- Oddah bestest gon. Yu dun cawe. Mo wub n huggies fo yu.
- Yu wib in wocky nestie fo wile.
- Yu no wik n yu awways hab fwight wit dummeh Bwue n dummeh Gwennie.
- Den yu fin hewd n yu su hwappy becaw mo fwens.
- Bu dummeh hewd caww yu poopie babbeh.
- Mummah pwotec yu beca Bestest babbeh am best
- Yu hwappy wen mummah wan wun way.
- Bwue babbeh gon. Yay! Bwue babbeh meanie dat caww yu poopie babbeh.
- Yu gwad Bwue gon
- Iz so cowd. Nee tu mak fwuff piwe wit dummeh Gweenie babbeh fo wamsie
- Y mummah no fin wam housie yet.
- Yu so hungwy n cowd
- Mummah see dummeh daddeh
- Mummah gib Bestest babbeh n dummeh Gweenie wam housie
- Dummeh daddeh gib meanie bathsie
- Dummeh daddeh gib mummah scawies
- Dummeh daddeh mak yu so angwy
- Yu shoutie at Dummeh daddeh to pwotec mummah, becaw yu Bestest babbeh
- Dummeh daddeh gib mummah wowstest owwies n boo boo jwuice
- Yu scawed mummah hab fowevah sweepies
- Gweenie babbeh sa nuting. Gweenie babbeh nu caw bout mummah?!?
- Gweenie babbeh am dummeh. Onwy yu can pwotec mummah
- Yu kno yu nee be stwonga, smawtaw n lowda tu pwotec mummah
- Yu now kno aww hoomins am dummeh munstah meanies
It took Alize roughly 20 minutes to arrive at Halsworth’s pub, a quaint little drinking hole with all the charm of a dive bar. Grut and Hans were in the corner, both drinking a pint. There was already one waiting for Alize. They both smiled when they saw him.
“So you some kind of Hugboxer now?” Hans asked, though some of his words were slurred.
Alize chuckled and shook his head, then he gave Hans a serious look.
“How many beers you had here?” Alize asked.
Hans stopped laughing and clicked his tongue in slight annoyance.
“Uh… first one…” Hans replied.
“He’s on his third” Grut interjected
Hans gave Grut a dirty look and Alize sighed, as he thought about it. Hans had two beers in the K-Zone, one beer in the Blue Stag and another in Diamond. Add these three and Hans had consumed a whopping seven beers. Alize rubbed his head in frustration, knowing that he was going to get in trouble for this. The doctor did say that Hans was not allowed alcohol, as it risked his condition, and though he had not drunk for almost a year, the sudden jump from none to seven in one night was a bit much. Alize thought about what to do, but it would seem that Hans could tell what he was thinking, as he suddenly snapped his fingers, commanding Alize’s attention.
“NO! We talked about this. I’m celebrating!” Hans declared in a defensive tone.
“You know she’s gonna be so angry at me, right?”
“I’ll talk to her, Lize. Fuhgeddaboudit.”
Alize groaned, as Hans snapped his fingers rapidly, seeking his attention once again.
“What’s in the box?” Hans asked.
“Huh?”
“The box. The one in the alleyway! Why you take them pig rats, huh?”
“Oh, right?.. uh… Do you remember Uphie?”
“Uphie? Of course I would. Shit bag broke Mimi.”
“Well. I found her.”
Hans looked back with a doubtful smirk “You found Uphie?”
Alize nodded
“What. In that alleyway?”
Alize nodded again.
“Yeah no way!” Hans stated with a scoff.
“What? She literally called herself Uphie and apologized for running away”
“Huh?! How?!”
“What do you mean how?!”
“Li… Like how the hell?! Dude, shit pig ran away eight months ago? There is no way that spoilt princess could have survived in the wild for that long.”
Alize shrugged, then snapped his fingers “Oh I think she met a forest feral.”
“What? Like one of the woodland rat-pigs?”
“Yeah she was saying something about shit scaring the monsters away. I thought she was being stupid, but now that I think about it, maybe a feral taught her? I heard that some forest ferals were pretty smart.”
Hans was silent, but his face gave away hints that Alize’s theory seemed plausible.
“Okay fine.” Hans finally replied “You found Uphie. When are you returning her to Millie?”
Alize looked back at him in confusion “When?”
Hans looked back equally confused “Yes. When? Wait. You’re not planning to give Uphie back?”
“I… uh… I… I don’t know. I… sigh… I wasn’t sure how Millie would react…”
Alize stopped as he noticed Hans had given him a look. The rude kind that made him feel stupid. He frowned in response. He felt kind of irked, given how much thought he had put into the matter.
“Look. I thought that Millie might get depressed if she sees the shit pi… Uh… Uphie… or maybe revert to her old self.” Alize explained defensively.
Hans shook his head firmly “Nah nah nah. Millie would kill the little shit.”
Alize gave Hans a doubtful look. “Random Fluffies maybe, but this is Uphie, she isn’t just a Fluffy. She was Millie’s baby for three years, remember?”
Hans let out another scoff “Yeah… but y’know Mimi watches a lot of anti-Fluffy stuff now.”
“The abuse videos? Yeah I know that, but those are all Smartys and Hell Gremlines, Uphie is…”
“Nonono" Hans suddenly exclaimed, but then he paused and frowned "Oh… you don’t know about the other stuff…”
“What other stuff?”
“Uhhh… nothing really serious… just true anti-Fluffy stuff.”
“What’s true anti-Fluffy stuff?” Alize asked with a wary gaze
“Uh… well… uh… well let’s just say they are extreme shit. The kind that can turn a Hugboxer into an abuser.”
Alize eyed Hans suspiciously “I didn’t know about that… Since when?”
“Uh… few weeks after she started getting better. A couple of my friends mentioned that she had been asking for some of the really crazy buse links.”
“She never told me about that.” Alize commented, feeling a little hurt.
“Uh… I guess she never really told anyone, now that I think about it… Don’t tell her I told you please.”
Alize went quiet as he pondered why Millie never told him. Meanwhile, Hans kept reminding him not to tell Millie his part in this. Alize’s thoughts were interrupted by Grut, who had suddenly sighed.
“Alize.” Grut said “Look I don’t know much about Fluffies, but I do know people and I know Millie is a big gal who could handle herself. Yeah I heard she went a bit crazy with Uphie before, but she got you boys and I’m sure you two could keep her reeled in this time.”
Alize looked up thinking about what Grut had said and made a small smile. “Thanks Gru” he replied softly, giving his friend a respectful nod.
Suddenly Hans raised his glass “Cheers!” He cried out
The two raised their glasses in response. A loud clink as the three glasses hit each other, and the trio took a mighty swig of the respective drinks. They put their glasses down and Grut tapped the table.
“Now can we stop talking about Fluffies?” Grut pleaded “ I hate talking about those freaky talking animals”
“They aren’t animals, they’re bio-toys.” Hans refuted.
Grut groaned, and Alize could sympathize. Fluffies were always such a confusing subject matter, and it always felt that every opinion was controversial.
“Whatever!” Grut replied “biotoy animal pest. Can we please talk about something else?”
“Oh! Wait wait wait. This is important! The bombings on the news two days ago!” Hans exclaimed.
Alize recalled that news. Some Fluffy-related facility, relatively nearby, had been bombed by the radical activist group: Fluffy Freedom Fighter or F3 for short.
“Yeah…?” Alize replied.
“Yeah. They called it the Fluffy Sink by Gardel & Fluffus incorporated. It was made to test the effects of overpopulation by using Fluffies. Overcrowding, turf wars, and…”
Hans suddenly stopped talking. His face emotionless as he stared forward blankly. Alize and Grut looked at each other worriedly and Alize began to panic, snapping his fingers in front of Hans. Suddenly Hans looked surprised and looked around in a daze, as both Alize and Grut continued to stare at him with worry.
“What?” Hans asked.
Alize sighed in relief, then took away his beer.
“Hey!” Hans exclaimed in protest
“No more beers” Alize announced “Also why do you know the name of that facility? I thought we agreed, no more watching Fluffy abuse stuff. You know it’s not good for your mental health”
“Uh… what facility?” Hans suddenly asked
Alize and Grut shared worried glances.
“Fluffy… Fluffy Sink?”
Hans gave a confused look for a second, before snapping his fingers.
“Oh right! Right right right. Fluffy Sink! Yeah, the bombings… uh…”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Alize interrupted, asking softly, as he placed a hand on Hans’ arm supportively.
Hans tapped Alize’s hand in appreciation and made a small smile. “I’m fine.” He replied.
Alize and Grut both gave him skeptical looks and Hans laughed. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Look at you two, I’m not just gonna drop dead on the table, okay?”
Both Alize and Grut shared unamused groans, as Hans made a rather nervous chuckle.
“Anyways. What was I talking about?” Hans asked.
“Fluffy Sink. F3 bombings” Grut replied.
“Oh right… Uh… So yeah a lot of Fluffies escaped. Like a lot a lot.”
“How much is a lot a lot?” Grut asked.
“Ohhh like a few thousand.”
“Wait, Old Gen Fluffs or New Gen Fluffs?!” Alize asked
“Old Gen Fluffs”
“Um… Just to clarify. Old Gen Fluffs are the ones that can grow up really fast, right? Like three weeks fast?” Grut asked with worry.
“Yeah. None of that one year growth period” Hans confirmed.
Alize and Grut gave each other grim looks. Another Fluffy outbreak? It had been so long, but they still remembered the days when Fluffies were everywhere. Every alleyway, every hole, every nook & cranny. Back then the streets were littered with Fluffy corpses, as well as Fluffy feces, urine and blood, and ferals were constantly fighting, procreating, harassing or begging for a home.
“Please tell me none are coming here.” Grut begged
Hans shook his head “That’s why I wanted to talk about it! People said they saw a mega herd close by. There was a post on the forums about seeing a lot of colors near Megandan Creek.”
Grut closed his eyes, looking pained, and Alize gave him a sympathetic look. He remembered that story Grut had told him. During the Fluffy outbreak days, Grut was walking to work and had passed some alleyway when a dozen Fluffies ambushed him. They surrounded him, all looking at him with their pitiful crying faces, as they desperately clung to his legs, and they all started begging. “Pwease be nyu daddeh”, “Pwease gib warm housies”, “Pwease gib nummies. Fwuffy so hungwy”. Grut described it like listening to a dozen children begging for aid. The guilt he felt as he shoved them away, Grut said he had never felt like such a monster until that day, and he would always say that he hoped it would never happen again.
“Maybe I’ll go overseas for a few days” Grut commented, prompting a laugh from Hans.
Alize thought about it, he hadn’t heard any news about the mega herd and wondered if there was any official response. “Is the mayor doing anything about it?” He asked.
“Not anything official yet, but there are rumors they might bring back the Cleveland Act.”
Alize remembered the Cleveland act. It was a controversial policy that came about, some months after Cleveland had been destroyed. One that changed a Fluffy’s status from bio-toy/pet/pest to Environmental & Socio-Economic Risk Species or ESERS for short, unless they were inside a private residence or facility, and creating the civic duty of eliminating or trapping an ESERS on sight. The result of a very long and very ugly debate.
Alize could still remember the days when it felt that everyone was focused on the Cleveland act. You had people sharing stories about losing everything when Cleveland was destroyed, tragic tales of those who lost friends and family in Cleveland. Anti-Fluffy activists came forward with stories of how Fluffies ruined the livelihood of so many ordinary people, feral herds ravaging fields and destroying the crops of many farmers, small enterprise owners forced to go bankrupt after a Smarty gang destroyed stock or a micro-infestation created too many health risks. There was all this propaganda about how Fluffies were an abomination to nature, or the modern day Frankenstein, or how they were sinful creatures created by the Devil.
At the same time the Pro-Fluffy side was hammering out defense. Hasbio was churning out videos of adorable, brightly colored Fluffies singing and dancing and cutely begging viewers not to give their kind forever sleepies. You had videos of kids playing with their Fluffies and saying that the Fluffy was practically their family and asking the viewer not to take away their beloved family member. Activists reminded the public that Fluffies were just animals, who were incapable of destroying Cleveland, informing the public that there was a major Human element involved in the destruction of an entire city. You had companies reminding the public how big the Fluffy industry was and how many jobs would be lost if Fluffies were to be completely removed.
It got messier after that. There was that horrific story about the Fluffy that injured a baby because it got jealous that its owner was giving it less attention. There was that disgusting video of a Smarty and its Toughies killing a puppy. At the same time, you had that gut-wrenching video of that little girl in the late stages of cancer, just hugging her Fluffy and saying that she loved it, as it cried. That surveillance footage of Fluffy valiantly trying to defend a young child before being torn to shred by feral dogs. It got really ugly once the violence started. People actually beating each other up over these bio-toys.
Alize scoffed. He was no better. He got into scraps over Fluffies as well. He remembered the time he was in a bar. There was some guy. He couldn’t remember the context, but he remembered the guy saying the Fluffy was the victim and the kid was at fault. Maybe the guy was right. Maybe the guy was wrong, but it was the same day he saw some bitch mare drown a foal for being brown. God. He got so angry and got into an argument so quickly, soon they were exchanging fists. He had some serious anger issues back then. Guess he still had some now, with the way he acted toward Uphie.
This was before Millie. Millie mellowed him out. Millie was seriously the best. She was how he imagined a real Hugboxer. Sweet on the outside. Sweet on the inside. Sweet even during their fights. Loved Fluffies a bit too much, but she was still aware that not everyone thought the same and respected it. Granted she was a bit obsessed with Uphie and spent far too much on that ungrateful piece of shit, but she did not deserve to have her heart broken like that. She deserved the closure, right? Probably, but that would depend if Uphie was actually okay.
“Uh… Don’t tell Millie about Uphie yet, okay?” He told Hans and Grut.
“Hmm?" Hans replied "Still not sure? I told you man…”
“I know. I know. I get it, I just want to think a little more about it, and I want to make sure Uphie is okay first.”
“Okay? What do you mean?”
“I got kind of angry and knocked her out. Kinda scared. I might have broke her.”
Hans burst out laughing and slapped Alize on the back. Alize took another sip of his beer, looking a little embarrassed.
“If Uphie is brain dead, do you still think I should return her to Millie?” Alize asked.
“Yes! Definitely! Millie would love it?” Hans replied.
“Huh? Really? You sure she wouldn’t get upset?”
“She won’t” Hans replied with absolute confidence
“But she…”
“She won’t.” Hans refuted
Alize had to admit Hans sounded really convincing. He felt a lot more confident about returning Uphie back to Millie. He just needed to check if Uphie was okay, though it felt that Millie would not care either way. Regardless, he still wanted to check. He sent a text message to his Aunty Sera, a veterinarian who dealt with Fluffies before, asking her if he could book a check up for a Fluffy mare and her two foals. Grut slapped his back this time, begging for no more Fluffy talk, as Hans grabbed his beer back. Alize spent the rest of the night talking with the lads about other stuff.
Uphie awoke feeling so many owwies. She had head owwies, smell place owwies and tummy owwies. She could taste boo boo juice and there was dried boo boo juice in front of her. She was also feeling so many coldie owwies. She looked around. She was still in that bathsie boxie, but there was no more wawa. It was dark, but there was some light from the no see wall. It seemed to be bright time lights. She tried to get up but she felt so weak and so tired, but she felt a rush of energy, when she saw her two foals lying down in a puddle of pee pee and poopies.
Did daddeh give them forebah sweepies? She could still remember the scary face of meanie munstah daddeh when he gave her wostest owwies to her smell place and she was scared that he might have done something to her babbehs. She quickly scampered to them and began to nudge them, desperately hoping that they were only sleeping. She was relieved to see that this really was the case and sighed in relief. Bestest babbeh looked at her and began to cry.
“Mummah!” It exclaimed “Mummah nu hab foebah sweepies”
She nuzzled Bestest babbeh.
“Mummah sowwi babbehs. Mummah bwing babbehs tu scawy pwace wit meanie munstah daddeh”
Bestest babbeh nuzzled her mummah back and nodded.
“Bestest am stwon n smart. Wi pwotec mummah!”
Uphie looked at Bestest babbeh with pride. She was so proud of her Bestest babbeh. How lucky she was to have such a brave foal. She looked to Gweenie babbeh hoping that it would say the same. Gweenie babbeh looked back at her meekly, but only said “wub mummah”. Uphie felt a little disappointed by that. Gweenie babbeh was never as brave or as smart or as strong as Bestest babbeh. She was always a little strange and sometimes Uphie wished she was more like Bestest babbeh, but she still loved Gweenie babbeh because she was a good mummah.
Regardless, Uphie had more important matters. She needed to escape. She made a mistake coming to daddeh. He was a meanie munstah and it seemed that he had no plans to help her return to mummah. She remembered that Daddeh gave her wostest owwies before. How could she had forgotten. She needed to escape and find mummah on her own, then she would tell mummah what a meanie munstah daddeh was. Mummah would probably force daddeh to say sowwi to Uphie and babbehs, maybe mummah would even give daddeh wostest owwies as well. Well deserved in her opinion.
She began trying to climbing out of the bathsie tubbie, but it was so high and so slippery. No matter how hard she tried to climb up she could not. She tried again and again and again. She tried so many times and no matter what she did, she could not escape. She looked at the walls of this bathsie tubbie in horror. She was trapped, her and her foals. Trapped and forced to wait for daddeh to come back. What would happen when he came back. Would he give them forebah sweepies?
She looked around in a panic trying to find a way to escape. She looked at her foals and noticed their wingies. That’s right, they could fly away. They could escape the bathsie tubbie. They could fly out and escape, then they could find mummah. She could already imagine her foals soaring through the sky and finding mummah’s housie. Then mummah would come rushing here, give daddeh wostest owwies and save Uphie.
“Babbehs nee tu fwy out of bathsie tubbie!” She exclaimed urgently.
Her foals looked at her in confusion, but Bestest babbeh soon began fluttering her wingies, and Gweenie babbeh soon followed. Both foals tried their best to try and fly. They hopped up and down, tried to run around, and kept saying “wingsies hewp babbeh fwy” but no matter how much they tried, they could not fly. Uphie looked at her foals in disbelief, why were they not flying. They had wingies so why weren’t they soaring through the air? She started getting angry.
“Y babbeh not fwying. Babbehs nu cawe bout mummah!? Nu wan sabe mummah!?”
Bestest babbeh got upset and started crying. “Bestest twying! Mummah hab wingies! Y mummah nu twy!”
Uphie realize that she too had wingies and began fluttering them as she too tried to fly, but no matter how much she tried, she too could not fly. She realized that it was not that they did not want to save mummah, it was just that they could not fly. She began to sob as she realized the hopelessness of the situation. Her and her babbehs were trapped inside. They were completely at the mercy of meanie munstah daddeh, and she could only panic.
“Mummah sowwi! Mummah sowwi! Mummah sowwi!”
Alize had awoken on the couch. He remembered he had passed out almost immediately after reaching home and now he had an annoying headache. The doorbell was ringing and someone was knocking angrily. He stumbled to the door and opened it to see his next door neighbor, Mrs. Hana, standing there and looking absolutely furious.
“Alize please shut your Fluffy up” She demanded in an extremely irritated tone.
Alize looked at her blankly, trying to process her words. “My Fluffy?”
“Yes your Fluffy! I can hear it from my flat. It keeps screaming and it’s bothering my kids.”
Alize continued staring at Mrs. Hana. He could barely stand straight, but he could hear it. The muffled screams of a Fluffy from the bathroom. Oh shit, Uphie and her stupid foals.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Mrs. Hana! Shit I’ll shut them up now!”
Mrs. Hana looked satisfied with the answer and nod “Thank you Alize! Please keep them quiet from now on. I don’t want to have to come back here. It’s the weekend for goodness sake!”
Alize apologized until Mrs. Hana left, then he raced to the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door was almost immediately assailed with the stench of dried excrement and the pounding noise of Uphie crying and screaming “Mummah sowwi” over and over. God she was so loud. He quickly covered Uphie’s mouth with his hand. He could see the pure terror in her eyes and she was squirming so violently. He could hear her trying to scream even more, and kept a firm grasp over her mouth. He looked at the two foals, Bestest babbeh was screaming at him too and now it had turned its ass towards his arm. It utilized a Fluffy’s greatest weapon: Bad poopies. He watched as Bestest babbeh tried to projectile shit on his arm.
It missed him, but the bad poopies had splashed onto the tub and some of it had splattered on his arm and face. He was still so dizzy from the hangover and even more dizzy from all this moving about, plus the foul stench of feces and now this? The feeling of slimy foal feces sliding down his arm and face was so fucking gross that he actually felt sick, and before he could react, he puked on Uphie, covering the Fluffy mare in vomit. That really shut the Fluffy up. She was just staring at him in utter disbelief. He too was pretty shocked. Disgusted too and dizzy as well.
Before she could react, he threw her back into the cardboard box from the alleyway. The foals too. He had spent so much time trying to make them clean, only for them to be thrown back inside that dirty box, still covered in some feces and urine, and now his vomit too. He looked at Uphie, she was staring at him with disgust. It looked like she was gonna scream again, but Alize was having none of it, and he covered her mouth
“Any more noises, and I’ll give your foals forever sleepies” he managed to say quietly.
He removed his hand and watched as her look of disgust changed to horror. Uphie began to nod and covered her mouth with her hooves. Bestest babbeh began to scream, but she quickly covered the foal’s mouth with her hoof. Alize sighed in relief. That worked. She had finally shut up. He had his peace and quiet. His head was still dizzy. He still wanted to sleep a little longer, but he had vomit on his hand, and foal shit on his arm and face, so he just lied on the side of the tub, smelling the vomit and dried excrement, as he passed out.
Uphie whimpered inside the box. Meanie munstah daddeh was the worstest. He had just made sickie wawas on her and stuffed her inside the boxie with her babbehs and threatened to give her babbehs foebah sweepies if she made too much noisie. Now he was sleeping on the side of the bathsie tubbie. She was so angry and wanted to escape, but she was also scared, as she feared that meanie munstah daddeh would give her and her babbehs foebah sweepies if she left the box.
She dared not put herself nor her foals at such risk, so she simply sat on her rump and began to cry softly. She hated it here. She wanted her mummah. Meanie munstah daddeh gave her bathsies then made her dirty again. Her mummah would never have done this to her. “Stoopid dummeh daddeh! Y nu cawe bout Uwpee and babbehs! Y treat Uwpee n babbehs so meanie!” she thought to herself. She stomped her hooves in frustration and wished for mummah to save her. She wanted mummah to come here right now and rescue her. She wanted mummah to grab daddeh and give him wostest owwies, then bring her back home.
But mummah did not come. She was stuck in the boxie with her babbehs. She did not feel pretty and she did not smell pretty. She still felt the head hurties, smell place hurties and the tummy owwies were getting worse. She really needed nummies. Bestest babbeh and Gweenie babbeh were looking at her for help. They were just as scared and they probably wanted to run from dummeh munstah daddeh as well. They were probably hungry too.
She looked around the boxie for any nummies, but it was empty and Uphie began to panic. She crawled around, ignoring all the hurties, as she desperately searched for something to eat, but there was nothing and Uphie grew fearful as she imagined being forced to slowly starve trapped in this boxie. She sat down on her rump and began to sob. Softly. She dared not make too much noise, in fear that dummeh munstah daddeh would give her babbehs forebah sweepies.
Instead she tried to escape. She hit the side of the boxie, hoping that it would topple to the side, but the boxie would only shake slightly no matter how many times she charged at it and Uphie began to grow frustrated.
“Dummeh boxie” She muttered softly “Wet Uwpee n babbehs out”
Unfortunately the box did not respond and Uphie remained trapped. Stuck with tummy owwies and no nummies in sight. Uphie noticed both her foals giving her desperate looks.
“Y nu nummies?” Bestest babbeh asked with a pout.
Uphie sighed as she looked around for any hidden nummies that she might have missed.
“Hab tummy hurties” Gweenie babbeh suddenly stated softly.
At this point Uphie snapped. She had gotten too frustrated and it really did not help that Gweenie babbeh had stated something so obvious. Something that pointed at her failures.
“Uwpee kno! Uwpee hab tummie hurties tu. N Bestest babbeh tu, bu Uwpee n Bestest babbeh nu sa any ting. Uwpee twyin tu fin nummies. Dun Gweenie babbehs see mummah twying?!”
Gweenie babbeh whimpered and bowed down “Sowwi mummah.” It said softly.
Bestest babbeh did not say anything, but she looked tired and hungry as well. Uphie sighed and picked up her babbehs. Nuzzling both of them gently.
“Uwpee sowwi. Am angwy. Sowwi babbehs.”
Uphie sighed again and saw dummeh munstah daddeh on the side of the bathie tubbie. She did not want to do this, but she had gotten desperate.
“Daddeh… Uwpee n babbehs nee nummies. Hab wostest tummy hurties.”
No response. Her dummeh munstah daddeh had not said anything. That seriously annoyed her. Daddeh was ignoring her now? He was seriously the worstest. Did he not care that she had tummy owwies? Did he not care that her babbehs could get forebah sweepies? He was really the worst. Uphie called out to munstah daddeh again, but there was still no response, he was just lying on the side of the bathsie tubbie and not moving. She called out a third time, yet still no response. She let out a sad whimper.
Her tummy began to rumble. The tummy hurties were getting more intense. What if munstah daddeh never woke up. She needed nummies urgently. She was getting really desperate. Some of munstah daddeh’s sickie wawa dropped on the boxie and Uphie stared at it. She suddenly remembered her fur was covered in the sickie wawa and she realized what she needed to do. It was not the first time she had eaten something gross before and they needed to do it, or risk forebah sweepies.
“Babbehs. Nee tu num dummeh munstah daddeh’s sickie wawa” She stated softly.
“HUH!?” Bestest babbeh exclaimed in disgust “Nu wan! Nu wan!”
Bestest babbeh’s tummy rumbled in opposition and Uphie sighed. She glared at Bestest babbeh then sighed. She understood her babbeh’s disgust, but it was necessary.
“Nee tu o hab foebah sweepies” She stated softly.
Uphie noticed Gweenie babbeh licking some of the sickie wawa from her fur, and cringed slightly at how willing her babbeh was, to eat such disgusting filth, but then realized that she was only doing what her mummah had said.
“See Bestest babbeh. Gweenie babbeh num sickie wawa”
Bestest babbeh looked grossed out, but eventually succumbed to the hunger and began licking the sickie wawa from her fur as well. Uphie felt disgusted but finally she too began to lick the sickie wawa off her fur. The vile bitter taste.
Alize awoke to the sight of Uphie and her foals licking his vomit off Uphie’s fur. Fucking hell that was disgusting sight. The short nap helped clear his head a bit, and the smell woke him up completely. The stench was still trapped inside the bathroom and had become quite overwhelming. He quickly got up and opened the exhaust fan, then turned to Uphie and her foals, noticing that they were still eating his vomit.
“Uphie stop” he said weakly “I’ll get you guys some food.”
Uphie looked at him with horror. She looked like she was going to cry, but nodded. He cleaned his hand and arm of vomit and foals feces, then went outside to the kitchen to prepare the mare and her foals some breakfast. While breaking down biscuits, he noticed his phone vibrating. Someone was calling. It was his aunt. He quickly wet his face a bit then picked up the phone.
“Yo… Aunty Sera. Whatssup”
“Lize. Are you okay? You sound a little hoarse.”
“I’m fine… Just a little hungover.”
“Oh I see. Are you sure you’re okay? Did you drink water.”
“I… I’m fine. Just slept a bit and feelin better. Anyways what’s up.”
“You texted me yesterday? Asking about a check up for a Fluffy mare and her foals?”
“Oh! Oh right. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, sorry for being so sudden. I found Millie’s Fluffy and it’s a long story, but yeah do you have any free slots for a check up.”
“I have a free slot at one pm today. Are you okay with that?”
Alize looked at the clock, it was 10:00. Plenty of time.
“Yeah 1300 is good. Thanks Aunty Sera. I’ll see you there.”
“Okay Lize. Drink water! Love you. Bye.”
“Love you! Bye!”
Alize hung up and drank a whole glass of water. He was still feeling a little bit hungover, but he was slowly getting better. He went back into the toilet. The smell inside was somewhat better, but he still felt like his nose was being violated. He removed Uphie and her foals from the box and placed them on the tub. Thankfully none of them made too much of a struggle, even Bestest babbeh, then he placed the food bowl in the tub. None of them said anything, but Uphie and her foals quickly dug into the food bowl and ate the biscuits voraciously. While she did that Alize went outside to throw the dirty alleyway box down the refuse chute. He came back to find Uphie sitting on her rump and pouting with her foals on her lap.
“Uwpee wanna gu bac tu mummah nao!” She demanded.
Alize started at the Fluffy in confusion. When did she become so demanding?
“Uphie watch your tone.”
Uphie ignored him. “Dummeh munstah daddeh!” she screamed “Wet Uwpee gu bac to mummah NAO!”
“Dummeh munstah daddeh!” Bestest babbeh echoed.
Alize was really not liking the attitude and gave the mare a death glare.
“Dummeh munstah daddeh? Uphie I am not liking this shitty tone from you and your foal.”
“Uwpee nu cawe. Wanna gu bac tu mummah nao!”
At this point Alize snapped and he smacked the tub, making a loud sound that reverberated all across the bathroom. It certainly shut up Uphie and the foals.
“And what makes you think you mummah wants to see you again?”
Uphie was about to say something, but Alize clasped her jaw shut, with two fingers on her lower jaw and his thumb on her snoot. Uphie struggled to break free, and it looked like she was screaming in pain, but Alize did not care.
“Stop squirming and listen! I am not like this turd brat tone Uphie and honestly you are in no position to demand me anything. I took you in, but I could have easily left your ugly sorry ass outside and let you and your foals freeze to death.”
That had certainly shut her up and she stopped squirming, though he kept his grasp over her snoot and jaw.
“You do not have any right to ask me anything, and you certainly do not have any right to demand me to take you to your mummah now. Do you even know how much you hurt your mummah?”
He let go of her jaw, allowing her to respond, but Uphie simply shook her head as she looked down in shame.
“You broke her Uphie” Alize continued “You gave her the… What do you call that? Worstest heart hurties. Yeah. The worstest heart hurties EVER. So much heart hurties that she actually wanted to have forebah sweepies. Do you know how hard it took for us to fix her? Me, your mummah’s bruddha and sistahs, all your mummah’s friends. Do you know how long it took?”
Again Uphie could only shake her head, as she looked down in shame.
“It took months. Fuck do Fluffies even understand what months are? It took a very, very, very, very long time. It took us so much time and effort, giving your mummah so much love and hugs, before she started feeling better, and even then she never forgot. You gave her the worstest heawt hurties in the world and if I was her, I would never forgive you.”
Uphie began to sob. “Uwpee nu mean to be bwad Fwuffy. Uwpee nu mean…”
“Uphie you fucking ran away. What the fuck do you mean you did not mean to be a bad Fluffy. What you fucking accidently walked outside your safe room and out of your mummah’s house?!?”
Uphie went back to whimpering. At this point Bestest babbeh had enough.
“Dummeh meanie munstah daddeh. Nu mak mummah cwy!” the brown foal screamed.
Alize glared at the foal. He had enough and suddenly grabbed Bestest babbeh. It was slightly larger than his palm, but he could still grasp it with one hand, and squeeze it between his fingers. Bestest babbeh began to squirm in hand, defecating itself as it tried to escape, yet unable to break free. Alize could feel it’s flesh and as he began to tighten his grip he could feel its bones. It was a familiar sensation, this was not the first time he had crushed a foal with a hand, and he knew he could crush Bestest babbeh easily, but he wanted to do it slowly, he wanted Bestest to feel the pain of having its bones and internal organs slowly crushed to paste, yet helpless to stop it.
He noticed that Bestest babbeh had stopped talking. It has regressed to a pure infantile mode, only able to make chirps and peeps in terror, as his grip got tighter and tighter. Uphie was panicking now and hitting the side of the bathtub with her soft hooves. She kept pleading her daddeh to stop, screaming that she was sorry and for him not give her bestest babbeh forever sleepies. Alize could not help but smile, the sadistic glee in showing an arrogant, entitled shit baby it’s fragile mortality was always entertaining. Unfortunately the moment was ruined by the door bell. Dropping Bestest babbeh back in the tub, Alize would find that it was Mrs. Hana who had rung the bell.
“Oh Mrs. Hana…” He answered
“Alize dear. Are you okay?” Mrs. Hana interjected.
Alize nodded in confusion “Yeah… fine?”
Mrs. Hana gave him a doubtful glance “Are you sure? You were saying some really heavy stuff…”
Alize stared at her wide-eyed, realizing that he had been talking too loudly.
“Look” Mrs. Hana continued “I understand that the Fluffy did something really bad, but my children could practically hear what you were saying… and your Fluffy screaming.”
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”
“I know you’re hurting, but hearing a Fluffy begging for you not to kill it’s child is pretty haunting for my kids, so…”
“Understood! Shutting it off immediately.”
Mrs. Hana squeezed his arm gently, as she gave him a supportive look, while Alize made a mental reminder that the walls between his bathroom and his neighbors flat were a lot thinner than he thought. He continued to apologize profusely, while Mrs. Hana went back into her own flat, and then briskly walked back to the bathroom.
He found Uphie tucked in the corner of the bathroom, with her back turned towards him. She was hunched over clearly protecting her foals. Or rather foal, specifically Bestest babbeh, as Gweenie babbeh was clinging to her back, trying to get her mummah to protect her as well. Alize sighed and looked at his watch, it was only 10:15. Fucking hell, all that drama and only a quarter of an hour had passed? Alize massaged his forehead in frustration, as he thought about his next move.
He was now more convinced than ever that returning Uphie was a bad idea. Any thoughts that she had somehow matured during her time in the wild were completely erased during this interaction. She was still the same old Fluffy as before, it was just that she was a mother now, and her foals were even worse, or at least one of them was. He figured his best course of action was to leave them outside and let them fend for themselves again, but what if she managed to find a new owner and a new home, or worse what if she had somehow found her way back to Millie’s home and got to live the pampered life again. The idea of this living shit stain being able to live a good life again was repulsive.
Thinking about it, he remembered he still had that appointment for 1300. Maybe he could ask Aunty Sera to euthanize Uphie and her foals, or better yet, maybe there was a more painful option like injecting Flufficide directly into their bloodstream and watching the Fluffies suffer as their own bodies turned against them. Alize found himself smiling again, the sadistic thoughts of his abuse days had come back and they really wanted him to torture Uphie and her foals.
He washed his hands from Bestest babbeh’s filth and whipped out his phone to message Aunty Sera. He was now thinking about canceling his appointment and straight up torturing Uphie and her foals. Hans would definitely know a place to harm Fluffies in peace, or at least one of his friends would. Speaking of Hans, he had noticed that his friend had left him a rather ominous message roughly an hour ago:
I’m an idiot. I told her. SORRY!!!
Who?
What?
Alize thought about who the possible suspects were, and grew worried that Hans had told his sister that he had allowed Hans to drink to celebrate his promotion. Alize began to grow worried that he was going to receive a really long text from her.
Mimi. I told her about Uphie.
Alize sighed in relief, but then he suddenly felt frustrated. Part of him knew that this was going to happen. Hans was always bad at keeping secrets from Millie, they were close cousins after all. He closed his eyes in defeat and wondered how long he had to think of an excuse.
When?
Last night. After we left the bar I was talking to Mimi.
I must have told her about you finding Uphie,
Because she messaged about it this morning.
Like just now?
Nah like at 8. She hasn’t texted you?
Alize looked at his messages. There was nothing from Millie. Weird. Why wasn’t she saying anything? Was she mad? Alize could imagine his girlfriend fuming. Maybe composing a long paragraph berating him for a lack of trust and keeping Uphie a secret from her, despite being her Fluffy. He began thinking of what to say to Millie, as he texted to Hans:
No response from Mimi, but fuck you bro.
He looked at the clock. It was 10:22 now, and he had no idea what to do. Getting rid of Uphie was no longer an option and Millie hadn’t responded, so she was probably waiting for him to message first. How long could he delay this? He wanted to formulate a good answer, one that would properly explain why he kept Uphie a secret, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized how little trust he was showing for his girlfriend and how biased he was being. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Uphie crying. He looked at the tub and noticed the mare was looking at her.
“Smeww pwace huwt” Uphie whinned.
Alize stared at her and noticed how swollen her snoot had become. It was so enlarged and red, it almost looked like a balloon. Fucking hell that looked bad. She really needed a doctor. He tried to touch the swollen flesh, but Uphie backed away from him, she looked absolutely terrified of him. It quickly occurred to him how much he hurt her. He had punched her face, broke her nose, vomited on her and threatened to kill her foals. No wonder she had started acting so rude to him. However, right now he needed to get Uphie medical attention.
“Uphie, your nose doesn’t look too good, so I am gonna bring you to the vet. You remember what the vet was, right?”
Uphie nodded, but commented “Uwpee wan go bac to mummah.”
Alize sighed “I know I know, but I have to take you to the vet first”
Uphie shook her head “Wan see mummah nao!” she demanded.
Alize sighed again. This again? He wasn’t even angry anymore, as he knew he was to blame for her attitude, but at the same time, it felt that she was just so unbelievably entitled that he had to wonder how she had survived in the wild for so long. Would she just stand in front of a tree and demand food from it, until leaves dropped or something? Did her special friend run away, because she was too demanding? It didn’t matter. He had to bring her to the vet, and he had to do it as quietly as possible. He didn’t want Mrs. Hana to come knocking a third time. There was always bribery.
“You know what Uphie. You are right. I am being a meanie munstah daddeh, and I am sorry for that…”
Uphie looked at him in surprise, but nodded slightly, she looked slightly less tense.
“… As apology daddeh wants to give you a proper bathsie and then take you to the vet to make your nosey feel better. You want that right?”
Uphie nodded again. Her face looked friendlier and her body a little more relaxed.
“Also as an apology. How about I buy you and your foals sketti. You would like that, right?”
Bingo. Uphie’s face lit up. Sketti the crack for Fluffies. She probably had none during her eight months as a feral. Clearly she had thought about it a lot, as she was shaking her head energetically.
“So what do you say Uphie? Bathsie, vet and sketti, then we talk about bringing you back to mummah”
Uphie was now standing on her hind legs with her front legs stretched out towards him. The upsie pose. She wanted a hug. Alize did his best not to show his disdain as he picked up the Fluffy mare. Her fur was stained with feces, urine and his vomit. He tried his best not to cringe as he felt Uphie wrap her filthy front legs around his neck and rub her filthy fur on his skin and clothes. Uphie was making those happy coo coo noises, Bestest babbeh was still glaring at him, and Gweenie babbeh looked scared, but it would seem that he had regained the trust of the mare and her foals.
The bath was thankfully peaceful. Uphie and her foals no longer made a fuss when he washed them. He even made sure to be extra careful not to put too much pressure on her nose. He then placed Uphie and her foals on a newspaper in the living room, placing them in front of the heater so that they could stay warm on this cold day, while he cleaned the bathroom, put his clothes in the wash and took a shower. He came out of the toilet to see Uphie playing with her two foals. He looked at the clock. It was 11:30 now. He looked at his phone. Nothing from Millie yet, but he knew he had delayed long enough.
Mii. I owe you an explanation
The response came fast, almost as though Millie had been waiting by her phone all this time.
You sure do Lize.
That was fast? Have you been waiting the whole time?
What do you think?
I’m sorry babe!
How could you keep this from me?
I thought you loved me!
I do!
I was being stupid.
I didn’t mean to keep it a secret.
I mean I did.
I can’t believe you went to a convention without me?!
Huh? What convention?
You know the SAW convention
SAWCON
Huh? What’s SAWCON
OMG
SAWCON deez nuts!!!
NO
That’s right!
NO
GOTTEM!!!
OMG
How long did it take you to come up with that?
Just a little under an hour
XP
XD
Also you’re in trouble
Huh?
Oh right. Uphie.
Yeah.
Who’s that?
Huh?!
I was talking about Grem grem
She complained that Hanny came home drunk
Your in trouble Mr. Chaperone
Oh no
How mad?
Pretty mad.
You better stay at my place for protection XP.
LOL
I may consider it
Oh!
How was Mabe’s party
It was fun
But I left early
Oh?
Why?
Not feeling well
Anyways feeling better today
But wanna come over today?
Help nurse me better?
(O////O)
LOL
Wait
Aren’t we gonna talk about Uphie?
Who dat?
Huh?!
Uphie!
Ur Fluffy
I know <3
Huh?
Hans told me you were unsure.
Knowing you, you probably spent a lot of time thinking about it.
You flustered?
T_T
So cute. <3
Ur not mad?
Nope. Not at all.
Well maybe a little bit.
I’m sorry for keeping it a secret.
It’s not that.
It’s that you actually think I would let Uphie ruin me again.
Do you really think she could hurt me again?
I know. Hans said so, but it’s Uphie.
U were tgt for so long.
3 years, 8 months and 14 days
See!
I made that number up
Like Uphie could totally win you back
Wait?
Huh?
-.-
Cute <3
Or was that a lie?
-.-
>3< Feeling better baby?
Alize did have to admit. Millie knew how to play him. He felt a lot more at ease, and felt stupid about how much time he had spent thinking about the matter.
Do u want Uphie back?
Maybe?
Do you wanna return her?
Eh? What do you mean?
Oh I thought she was just so cute that you wanted to keep her.
FUCK NO
Hehehehe XD
Um
Btw I punched her nose.
It’s swollen
Yeah Hans mentioned.
U not mad?
Nope. Not at all.
I’ll take her back.
Unless you don’t trust me.
I do! When you want her.
I know you do <3
-.-
Cute <3
Wanna come over today, and leave tomorrow?
You want to see Uphie that badly?
Maybe I want to see you that badly <3
And I’m pretty sure you are already completely done with her.
(>////<)
Yeah I am
Hehe knew it ¬‿¬
Aren’t I such a good girlfriend?
The best.
I booked an appointment with Aunty Sera for 1300.
I’ll go to ur house after? Prob arrive 1600ish
Sure. You are staying overnight, right?
Yesh UwU
Good. Make sure to give me the receipt.
Eh? It’s fine.
Receipt.
It’s fine.
Oh I promised Uphie sketti.
No problem, I’ll make sketti.
Receipt or I’ll get mad
Eh? Fine -.-
Love you <3 See you later baby
Love you too babe.
Alize looked at Uphie and her foals. She was now clapping her hooves together as Bestest babbeh danced for her, while Gweenie babbeh clung to her leg.
“Uphie! Good news. Your mummah wants to see you. We’ll go to her house after the vet.”
Uphie’s face lit up like a child in a candy store. She sprinted up to Alize and began tapping his leg excitedly, staring at him with her big yellow eyes and a wide smile.
“Weally! Weally! Uwpee n babbehs get see mummah?”
“Yup, but after the vet, we need to fix your nose first.” Alize replied, trying to hide his disdain.
“Oke. Daddeh awso pwomise Uwpee n babbehs sketti”
Alize felt a hint of disgust when she said that. This irksome feeling that sketti shouldn’t have even been mentioned, as far more important matters were at hand. Finally meeting mummah should have occupied all desires, no? Plus there was the matter of the broken nose. Alize had to wonder if Uphie would have even choose Millie, if given the chance for unlimited sketti, but he simply tried to smile.
“Yeah yeah. Your mummah says she will make for you”
Uphie’s smile could not get any wider. She had run back to her babbehs and had started singing a song that consisted of “Mummah wub Uwpee. Mummah mak sketti” on repeat. The two foals clearly had no idea what she was talking about, but her happiness was infectious and they had begun to jump around with her and try to mimic her lyrics. Alize couldn’t help but think that there was no justice. The ugly fuck nugget of a run away was welcomed back and even got sketti to mark her return, though he couldn’t help but feel that Uphie’s life was only going to get harder from now on.
Alize wondered how long before Uphie became an unredeemable turd pig. Well she already was in his opinion, but how long before even Millie could not stand her. How quickly before her foals ended up the same. When that finally happened, he wondered what Millie would do. Maybe ask him to deal with them? If that happened he would probably spend some time breaking Uphie and her foals. He wondered what kind of face Uphie would make when she realized she had screwed herself beyond redemption. The despair that would fill her eyes when her mummah abandoned her. He wondered what Uphie would say when, if Alize had to get rid of her. He wondered how much longer Uphie would continue to exist.
