Lately Millie had been feeling lost and befuddled. A sort of feeling where she was just stumbling through life. Her mind navigating a thick fog while she tried to follow. Days and night felt merged into one. One day it was a Monday, then she would look at the calendar and it was already Saturday. A monotonous cycle of working then resting. Working then resting. Working then resting. Only broken up by occasional Fluffy-related activities, as though she was a character in a story and the only days she truly came to life were the days that she needed to do something important with the Fluffies, then she would go back to being a mere mindless drone working then resting.
It really didnât help that no one was free. Lize had work and family commitments. Grem grem had a lot of work as well. Hanny was still overseas. Mabe had work, her Fluffies and her husband. All her other friends had their own things going on. No one to hang out and socialize with. Her last proper chat was when Grem grem had come over, but that was roughly two weeks ago, and then Grem grem suddenly had a lot of work and not much time to talk. Mabe didnât count. Sure she had come over earlier today to pick up Veve for another play date / filming session, but she was only here for ten minutes and their interaction was a quick hug, passing Veve and then Mabe was off.
It was Friday today. No it was Saturday. No it was Friday, because Mabe said she couldnât pick up Veve on Saturday as Leopoldâs family was coming over to her house. Yes thatâs right, it was Friday. Millie knew she had something important to do today. She looked at her computer in search for answers. She was on an abuse forum. Thatâs right she had just finished chatting with some online user: DarkWitch. It was odd but she swore that she saw that username before, but she couldnât remember where.
Anyways DarkWitch was kindred spirit. Someone who had gotten their heart broken by a runaway Fluffy and surprisingly supportive of her Work Wagon idea. The two had spent the past hour brainstorming for ideas to use against Uphie, such as supposedly having Veve run away once Uphieâs legs healed. A brilliant suggestion that would force Uphie back into work as well as have her experience the betrayal of her loved one runaway. They even thought about rewarding Uphie with Happy Coins every time she did something nice for Veve, a sort of Pavlovâs dog idea, with the intent of making it all the more painful when Veve supposedly ran away. Such a deliciously dark idea.
Speaking of delicious dark ideas, her fellow abuser had another great ideas. Getting Uphie a special friend and letting them get close, before revealing that the special friend needed to pay rent as well. Then watching as Uphieâs lovely relationship slowly turned to shit, as her special friend began resenting her for making him work. Fluffies were after all such selfish creatures. There were similar plans for Prie. Revoke Prieâs bestest babbeh status, making her work and resent her mummah. They even had a really horrid plan of having Prie mate with Uphieâs special friend when she was old enough, though all these ideas would require Prie surviving in the first place.
Ah, thatâs right. That was what the important thing today. She was going to Tallyâs Playground. Why? Because she really wanted Prie to die. More importantly she wanted the live audience to finally realize how wrong they were for celebrating Prie. It was absolutely mind boggling that those troglodytes actually thought that Uphieâs wretched brat was worthy of praise. Pitiless Prie, the badass Hell gremlin foal with the senses of a veteran feral. The ruthless boss bitch who showed no qualms climbing over other Fluffies in order to achieve her victory. A selfish, shitty pig rat with a little more wit and intelligence than average and a whole lot of luck.
During these past two weeks, she had gone to Tallyâs Playground a total of three times. First was that game of Running from Rolly, then four days later she had Prie participate in a game called the Temple of Doom, which was basically an multi-tiered obstacle course with actual life-threatening traps. Five days after that, it was the Great Race, which was a very long race track, especially for Fluffy foals, with the foals forced to cross the finish line or risk being squashed by a giant rolling pin thing.
Millie had to admit, hiding in that feces pile during the Running from Rolly game was a good move. So was her actions in Temple of Doom. Seemingly helpless during the early half, the later half would see Prie navigate the obstacle course carefully, but she was also a selfish bitch who would push other participants onto traps, just to make sure that the way forward was safe.
Prie was the same during the Great Race. Like most of the foals, Prie had sprinted at the start, when the rolling pin started following, only to lose breath a quarter down the track, but showed uncharacteristic intelligence by changing to a slow yet steady brisk walk pace, while other foals pushed their limits and eventually collapsed, or simply give up and broke down in despair. In the end only Prie and other foals neared the end, yet in another display of selfish bitch behavior, Prie would trip the other foal, letting it die in the face of the rolling pin, just so that she could achieve sole victory.
She couldnât understand why people loved her. An arrogant little shit who showed no problems hurting other foals, as well as clearly showing a disdain for everyone, with Prie unafraid to announce that she was the best and that everyone else was either a dummy, monster or the worst. Yet even with that, so many of the live audience loved her. They loved her ruthlessness, they loved her cruelty, they loved how easily she was able to hurt other foals. They loved this arrogant, annoying psychopath. Uphieâs vile, disgusting spawn.
Truth was Millie was just waiting for the day that Prie would eventually fuck up and get herself killed. Just seeing the face of that little ugly turd pig when she realize that she was not the top shit and that she had monumentally screwed herself. Extra points if Prie didnât die immediately and instead suffered a slow and agonizing death.Plus the satisfaction of seeing the audience realize their misguided faith in this idiotic pig rat. She really couldnât wait for that day.
Closing her computer and getting dressed, she saw a messages from Lize asking about her day and what she was up to. Millie sent him a spicy picture and told him she was gonna watch with one of her friends. She hadnât told him about Tallyâs Playground, same for Grem grem and Hanny. Not just because they were busy, but because she figured there was no point. Long hour transit times with no indication whether Prie was gonna die on this game or not. What if Prie died in the first minute. Imagine a four hour drive just to see Prie die instantly. What a waste.
Plus there was always that fear of the trio telling her not to go. Tallyâs Playground was a rather dodgy looking place after all and the people did occasionally give shifty vibes. That being said, none of them approached her. None of them harassed her. Sure some gave her dirty looks, but that seemed to be more about losing out on money more than anything else. Plus there were plenty of security guards at the establishment. Of course, there was a high chance the trio didnât see it that way, and would try to stop her from going, denying her the satisfaction of Prieâs eventual death.
So, even though they had lectured her about keeping thing from them, she decided to keep it a secret. Sure it made her feel guilty, but it was not the first secret / lie. What was one more to the pile, plus it really did just make everything so much more convenient and whatever guilt she felt from lying to them paled in comparison to the guilt of actually dragging them along and wasting their time on such a minor activity.
She figured she would tell them once Prie had died, as she would have no more reason to go after that. A case of do it now, then ask for forgiveness later. Plus she was hoping that Prie would die in this upcoming game. Not a case of wishful thinking, but because of a plan she had sent in motion earlier today. An act of potential sabotaging Prie by breaking her spirit. Though it was highly dependent on Uphieâs response and whether she was feeling like being a mother today.
Entering the safe room quietly, Millie was greeted by the sight of Uphie laid lazily on her pillow bed. Like always, the ugly stupid pig rat was in diapers with her back turned. However, this time Uphie had a new toy to keep her occupied: Millieâs tablet. It had been set to show Uphie back to back recording of the three games Prie participated in whilst in Tallyâs Playground. Videos of brutal foals abuse, as well as physical displays of Prieâs cruelty to other Fluffies. The question was, how would Uphie respond?
Millie walked in front of Uphie and grabbed the tablet. Putting the video on pause. She looked at Uphie who stared back at her with tearful eyes.
âMummahâ Uphie muttered âUwpee nu wan watch meanie teebee show nu moweâ.
âHuh?â Millie asked innocently âBut Prie is in this TV show. You donât wanna watch?â
âNu wan! Nu wan! Meanie teebe show gib Uwpee worstest heawt hurties caw so many babbehs get worstest hurties. Uwpee nu wan! Nu wan!â.
âBut Prie is in this TV show, donât you want to support Prie?â
âNu wike! Nu wike! Nu wike Pwie be teebee babbeh. Pwie gib hurties tu oddah babbehs n foebah sweepies. Nu wike! Nu wan Pwie be teebee babbeh anymoâ.
Millie nodded in agreement, then turned to the Fluffy carrier. She had locked Prie in to prevent the foal from interfering. Now it was time to see the result.
âWell, letâs see what Prie thinksâ
âNu mummah! Teebee show nut good. Am bad fo Pwie. Nu wike Pwie be teebee Fwuffy. Nu wike meanie hurties Pwie gib!â
Millie ignored the blubbering mare and opened the Fluffy carrier. She starred inside to see Prie giving her a death glare and Millie stared back with an unamused glare.
âHi Prieâ Millie said in a calm manner âWanna go to Tallyâs Playground to be a TV Fluffy again?â
âNU MUMMAH!â Uphie screamed âNU WAN PWIE BE TEEBEE FWUFFY!â
Millie stared at Prie. The foal looked momentarily conflicted, but quickly became angry again.
âPwie wan be teebee Fwuffy!â Prie declared.
âNU Pwie!â Uphie cried âNu be teebee Fwuffy am bad fo Pwie am gib Uwpee worstest heawt hurties!â
Prie came charging out the Fluffy carrier and rushed passed Millie to confront her mother.
âPwie wan be teebee Fwuffy!â Prie once again declared âPwie am be BESTEST teebee Fwuffy!â
âNU!â Uphie shouted âPwie wisten to mummah! Nu be teebee Fwuffy! Am bad fo babbeh n gib Uwpee worstest heawt hurties! Nu wan Pwie be teebee Fwuffy anymo!â
âNu faiw! Y Pwie nu be teebee Fwuffy. Dummeh Gweenie Wewe beâŚâ
âNu caww sistah, dummeh!â
âY nut. Mummah caww Gweenie Wewe dummeh!â
âDat nut twue! Uwpee nebah caww Wewe dummeh!â
âMummah caww Wewe dummeh!â
âNu! Pwie am dummeh, nu kno wat Pwie talkies bout!â
âPWIE AM NUT DUMMEH! MUMMAH AM DUMMEH!â
âWUT!?! DUMMEH PWIE! PWIE AM BAD BABBEH FO CAWWING MUMMAH DUMMEH!â
âMUMMAH AM DUMMEH! GWEENIE WEWE AM DUMMEH! GWENT AM DUMMEH!â
Millie watched as the conversation devolved into insults. Uphie and Prie calling each other dumb over and over again. A torrent of childish insults spewed between a mother and her daughter. Millie watched from the side silently, as the two continued screaming at each other. Feeling. Well she did not know how she was feeling. It was like this a lot recently. A whole array of emotions mixed into one, and often leaving her feeling quite conflicted and confused.
She felt dead because this whole thing felt so stupid.
She felt disgusted because Uphie was supposed to be a mother, yet was once again acting like a child.
She felt joy because all the pieces were fitting into place and everything was going accordingly.
She felt amusement because she had managed to trick that stupid, arrogant, shitty little brat, Prie.
She felt shame because this whole plan was just so needlessly petty. If she wanted to ruin Prieâs chance of winning, she could have actually broken Prieâs leg or blinded the foal, but she did this because she wanted to hide her act of sabotage. Have the masses truly believe that Prie was just a lucky foal who ran out of luck and ended up dying. This pettiness of manipulating a mother to place the daughter in a state of emotional turmoil, just so that Prie would potential make a wrong decision and end up dead. What was she even doing?
The shit rats were still bickering and Millie looked at her phone. It was 6:57 pm. She needed to get going soon, if Prie were to participate in the Running from Rolly game, so she clapped her hands loudly, to silence the two.
âTime to decide, Prie. You wanna go be a TV Fluffy or not?â
Prie stared at Millie and raised her head up high.
âPwie wan gu be teebee Fwuffy!â
âNU!â Uphie screamed âPwie be gud babbeh n wisten tu mummah! Pwie nu be teebee Fwuffy becaw mummah sa su!â
âNU!â Prie cried out in protest âPwie wan be teebee Fwuffy. Pwie am gun be bestest teebee Fwuffy!â
âNU NU NU! Pwie am worstest teebee Fwuffy. Gib oddah babbehs hurties n Uwpee worstest heawt hurties!â
The look of betrayal on Prieâs face was somewhat amusing.
âDummeh mummah!â Prie suddenly cried out âPwie am be bestest teebee Fwuffy!â
âPwie am dummeh!â Uphie countered âDummeh worstest babbeh!â
Prie let out a screech and turned away from Uphie, taking a dump right right in front of her mother. Uphie looked horrified.
âPwie am dummeh poopie babbeh!â Uphie screamed.
Prie offered no retort, only running back to the Fluffy carrier with another loud screech. Uphie was left stunned, then looked at Millie with a face full of disappointment.
âPwie am dummeh n noisy poopie babbehâ.
âSo can Prie be a TV Fluffy again?â
Uphie scoffed and turned her head in disgust.
âUwpee nu cawe, mummah. Nu cawe bout Pwie anymo. Pwie can hab foebah sweepies, caw no wisten to mummah n gib mummah heawt hurtiesâ
Millie nodded in agreement, but she did feel a little bit disappointed. Uphie had actually started to show some promise before that. Hints of being an actual decent mother, who cared about the well being of her child. Not anymore.
Millie made a pained sigh and walked over to the carrier, staring inside it once again. Prie looked back angrily, but was also clearly crying, an emotional mess just as planned. Yet Millie felt no sense of accomplishment or victory, just self-loathing for her pettiness and this feeling of disgut.
âLetâs go?â Millie asked quietly.
Prie made no remark, and only turned away, as Millie locked the Fluffy carrier and picked it up. She stared at Uphie, the mare still turning her head, clearly disgusted at the horrid behavior of her once former best foal. It really was stupid wasnât it. This whole thing with Uphie. She had a good life under Millieâs care, but threw it all away because she wanted foals, yet now look at her. Temporarily leg damaged, spending most of her days lying on a pillow with a diaper on. Not even gracing one of her foal with a goodbye, even though this could possibly be the last time she saw that foal. Wasnât this just so unbelievably stupid?
âMummah?â Uphie suddenly asked.
âYes, Uphie?â Millie replied, making no effort to hide the coldness in her voice.
âCan⌠can Uwpee wach Wiw Dewiw Gwent?â
âExcuse me!?"
âUwpee wan wach Wiw Dewiw Gwent gainseâ.
"Huh? Are you serious?â
âYus mummah, Uwpee sewious. Wan wach Wiw Dewiw Gwent gainsyâ.
Millie went quiet and stared at Uphie. The mare looked back at her with that fake cute face again, batting her eyes and trying to be all cute. Millie felt a little dumbfounded, then she grinned and began to chuckle. She got the tablet from the table and set it to another one of those Lilâ Devil Gwent compilations, putting the video on loop. Then she placed the tablet in front of Uphie.
âTank yu mummah!â Uphie cried out with glee.
Millie grinned and stroked Uphieâs mane gently, causing the mare to let out some happy coo-ing noises.
âThatâs right Uphie keep watching Gwent. Heâs a good Fluffy isnât he?â
âYus mummah! Gwent am gud Fwuffy!â
âIs he the best?â
âYUS! Gwent am bestest babbeh! Uwpee wub Gwent vewy vewy muchâ
âThatâs goodâ
Millie left Uphie to watch all those clips of Lilâ Devil Gwent, and could not help but smile. She felt justified. A reminder that all these terrible things she was doing was for a good cause.
Stupid fucking Uphie. The mare who managed to charm Millie with her cuteness. Manipulated a human with fake hugs and artificial words of affection. To think that Millie once would have given her the world, yet it did not matter. One rejected request. ONE FUCKING REJECTED REQUEST and all Millieâs goodwill was meaningless. All the care. All the love. All the kindness. All the passion. All the money. All the patience. All the time. All the effort. All the everything. Everything. Everything. EVERYTHING. All pointless, because Uphie would just runaway no matter way. No respect. No loyalty. No ability to compromise. Uphieâs way or the highway.
Well she got her way. She got the foals she so very much wanted and what was she doing now? Being a good mother? Fuck no. One foal was far away, safer under the care of a woman who caring for eight other foals. The other foal was basically marching to their death. What was Uphie doing? This piss colored, ugly, vile, contemptible, arrogant, narcissistic, cowardly, unappreciative, shameful poor excuse of a mother, was lying on her gross, fat belly, wearing that disgusting, filled, yellow and brown diaper, and watching the life of a foal that wasnât even hers.
This was all justified. Every single terrible thing that Millie was doing was justified. This was all to teach Uphie a lesson. The mare needed to realize that the world did not revolve around her. She needed to see that she was nothing more than a parasite. One whom Millie had raised. As her owner, it was Millieâs responsibility to make sure that she be properly corrected and re-educated then released from existence.
Millie wiped the tears from her eyes and picked up the Fluffy carrier.
Everything that was coming to Uphie was well deserved, right?
Did you know about this?
Alize stared at the photo that came with the message. A shot of a woman looking down at something from behind a large glass panel. It was taken in some night-club kind of place. The picture was low quality and dim yet the subject was still quite clear, and it was no doubt Millie.
The picture came from Hans, who got it from Paise, who got it from another friend. Why this friend had taken a covert photo of Millie was something that needed to be addressed, but Hans said he would deal with this and right now, Alize was more concerned about where the picture had been taken: Tallyâs Playground.
He had heard rumors of the place. It was rather infamous. Fluffy-related blood sports designed for gambling purposes, plus the physical location sold those Pleasure Fluffies, or Fuck Fluffies as they were derogatorily named. Establishments that sold those kind of services, usually had a lot of seedy and desperate people. Alize was not trying to be sexist, but he did not like the idea of going to those places alone. That being said, he didnât know how to approach this.
Hans didnât really offer any advice, just said he believed Alize would know what to say. Grem was pretty much the same, saying something weird about how her input was useless. Stress, according to Hans. Grem had a lot of work right now, so it was pretty much up to Alize on handling this matter.
He put down the phone and looked out his car. He was in front of Millieâs place. Had been outside for a good ten minutes. He originally planned to talk about this over the phone, but this felt like a serious discussion one that should be made face to face, plus he hadnât seen Millie for quite sometime. The last time they met was on Halloween, so 30th October and now it was already the 1st of December. That was already more than a month.
It wasnât intentional. November was a busy month at the warehouse. Massive boost in sales due to discount events meant more work, plus people were quitting. More work. Mandatory OT. Weekends spent doing family events or friend gather ups that had been planned months in advance. Of course there were days after work that he could have paid Millie a visit. So perhaps it was intentional. Not against Millie though, just he was getting sick of Fluffies, or rather Uphie. It just made him think of the old days, before she ran away, yet again it just felt like an excuse.
Whatever the case, it really didnât look good and so many people had been saying things. Friends and family. People questioning why he wasnât living with Millie already. They had been dating for two years after all. Plus if he lived with Millie, at least he could see her after work. Not so much a matter of keeping an eye on her and her Fluffy business, but more of just being there to provide her with love and support. Millie really needed it, yet still he felt hesitant.
It was the independence. Alize loved living alone. He really, really loved living alone. It made everything so much more easier to compartmentalize. Work. This free day for a friend meet up. That free day to meet a cousin. One day for himself. One day for mandatory family social interactions. He liked living alone. He liked being alone. Did he want to be alone forever? If he kept this up, he might be. Millie might have said she was fine, but clearly she wasnât and honestly he should have known. He was the boyfriend and like everyone had been saying, it felt like he was too distant to actually be the supposed boyfriend. He did hate that. How everyone told him how he should be and how he always felt the need to conform to their opinion, but at the same time, they were right. He was being too distant and this photo was evident. A clear sign that Millie did not fully trust him.
He looked at that photo of Millie again. How was he supposed to approach this? He stared at the roof of the car and wondered what were his options. Maybe subtle? Ask her what she was doing lately or if she had seen anything interesting. Maybe ask if she had gone out for some late night care drives. Maybe just outright confront her? Why were you in Tallyâs Playground? What were you doing? Why didnât you tell us? Both seemed like valid approaches, yet Alize couldnât shake the feeling that subtle seemed to feel manipulative and stalkerish, while confronting seemed kind of controlling.
He was sure that he was putting way too much thought into this, yet something told him that he needed to put more thought, or was this actually indeed too much thought. Thinking about it, what if he were to move in? Couldnât that be misconstrued as forced surveillance due to a lack of trust? I am staying at your house because I donât trust you and your Fluffies. Actually yeah. I havenât thought about moving at your place, even though weâve been dating for two years, but now I want to because you are doing some dodgy stuff with your Fluffies and I donât trust you anymore. Actually how was that wrong? That was exactly what he was doing.
Plus there was the fact that Millie had never really brought it up as well. She made occasional mentions. Slight hints, but it always felt like playful teasing. He was never sure if she was serious about him moving in. What if she liked the independence as well? Nah that was stupid, Millie loved socializing. Actually that just made it all the worse that their only socializing this past month were mere phone conversations and video calls. Really going for that bad boyfriend title.
Alize smacked the dashboard of his car in frustration and rubbed his forehead. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He hated this. People were always so complex and it was always so difficult to please everyone, but the fact of the matter was that his girlfriend was going through a very difficult time and he needed to be there for her. He really did.
Knock knock
Alize jumped slightly and turned to the window of his car. Millie was there, knocking on the glass, with a happy yet confused look. Alize tried his best to smile as he quickly got out of the car.
âHello, I donât remember you mentioning that you were coming over todayâ Millie stated softly.
âSurprise!â Alize exclaimed, as he hugged his girlfriend.
âOh god. Did⌠Did I forget some kind of date?!â Millie asked with worry.
âNah! I just really wanted to see you⌠thatâs all.â
The answer seemed to suffice and rather than stand out in the cold, Millie invited him in. The two walked into Millieâs cozy, warm house and Alize sat down on the sofa, while Millie went to the kitchen to prepare him some hot coffee. Alize looked around the house, tapping his thighs as he tried to think of what to say.
âSo⌠How are you?â Alize eventually asked
Millie gave him an odd look. âIâm fine⌠uh⌠How are you?â
âGood! Good. Good.â Alize said, trying to hide his nervousness.
âWhatâs going on?â Millie suddenly asked.
âHuh?â
âYou suddenly turn up unannounced and you look all nervous. Youâre kind of making me worried⌠Oh my god. Is Aunt Sera okay?!â
âNo!â Alize quickly exclaimed âI mean⌠No. Not that. Sheâs fineâ.
There was an awkward silence, as Millie continued brewing the coffee and Alize stared at a cabinet, but as the silence got longer, Alize decided to rip off the band aid.
âWhy were you in Tallyâs Playground?â He asked in a soft yet firm tone.
There was another awkward silence, as Millie remained silent. She poured the coffee into two mugs and picked them both up, walking nonchalantly towards Alize, almost like she didnât hear his question, yet her expression told him otherwise. A serious face trying best not to show emotion. Millie was clearly thinking about this. Probably how to respond. Alize stood up and politely took one of the coffee cups. Staring at her with a supportive smile, as they both sat back down.
âHow⌠How did you find out?â Millie finally asked.
âPaise. That guy has a friend, who saw you at Tallyâs Playground⌠Well actually he took a photo of you.â
Millie stared at him with a look of concern.
âSome guy took a photo of me⌠Without my permission.â
Alize nodded, as Millie massaged her forehead.
âShow me!â Millie suddenly demanded.
Alize pulled out the phone and showed Millie the photo. She grabbed the phone out of his hand and stared at the image with a mix of anger and disbelief for a good few seconds, before turning to Alize.
âWho took this photo of me?!â She practically shouted.
âHansâŚâ
âHanny knows about this?!â
âUh⌠Yeah. Heâs the one who sent me the photo.â
âWhen?â
âJust this morning⌠IâŚâ
âNo! When did this guy take a photo of me?â
âOh!.. Uh⌠I think it was from last nightâ.
Millie suddenly stood up and grabbed her mobile phone. She started trying to call someone. Then got annoyed when no one picked up.
âWho you trying to call?â Alize asked.
âHanny⌠Heâs not picking upâ Millie replied, as she angrily began texting.
Alize kept quiet, staring at her while she paced around the living room, texting on her phone. She was clearly getting more irate and irate around the living room. He felt bad. Shouldnât he have been angry as well? It was just, it didnât feel that big of a deal to him. If it was a compromising photo of Millie then yes, he would have been angry, but it was just a photo of her looking at something. His friend sent him photos like this all the time, photos of beautiful women just on their daily lives. Actually wasnât this just objectifying them. So of course, Millie had every right to be angry and he was being biased.
He sighed in defeat. He really was playing the bad boyfriend part really wasnât he. In an attempt to alleviate some of that guilt, he stood up and held Millieâs hand, guiding her to the sofa and massaging her shoulders to calm her down ever so slightly.
âI know. Itâs pretty⌠ViolatingâŚâ
Millie stayed silent for a few seconds, but then she started to chuckle
âI appreciate your attempts on being sensitiveâ Millie said cheekily
Alize make a small sigh followed by a chuckle, as he sat back down next to Millie.
âSorryâ Alize replied softly âItâs just hard for me to relate⌠Iâm sorryâ.
Millie took a deep breath and nodded as she rested her head on Alizeâs shoulder.
âHans is definitely following up on thisâ Alize added âWeâll find out who took the photo soonâ.
âIâm guessing, you wanna talk about Tallyâs Playground, right?â
Alize nodded. He couldnât shake that feeling of him being a bad boyfriend again. Was it okay to talk about Tallyâs Playground now? Shouldnât uncovering and lecturing the photo taker be of greater concern? To be fair, his main gripe with Tally Playground was essentially because of creeps like that guy, and that guy was actually tame. He could imagine a lot more seedy people.
âIf⌠If youâre okay talking about it, thenâŚâ
âIâll stop goingâ Millie suddenly announced.
Alize looked at her in surprise âHuh? Oh thatâs⌠I mean⌠UhâŚâ
âIsnât that what you want?â Millie asked.
Alize shrugged âIâm more curious why you went there in the first place, and why you didnât tell usâ.
Millie sat up straight and crossed her arms. She looked a bit upset and annoyed.
âI⌠I just wanted to watch a live Fluffy abuse shows, and I heard of Tallyâs Playground from one of the abuse forumsâ.
âAh, I see?.. UmâŚâ
âI only went once. Just out of sheer curiosityâ.
âI see⌠Why⌠Um⌠Why didnât you tell us?â
âIt was a sporadic decision. You know just out of the blue, and beside why do I have to tell you where Iâm going? Iâm a grown woman I can go where I want, I donât tell you everywhere Iâm going!â
âOH! I⌠I didnât mean it like thatâ.
Millie suddenly came up close and began caressing his thigh.
âIâm sorryâ Millie said gently âI didnât mean it like that, but itâs just⌠Itâs so stupid. I only went there just to sate my curiosity, but it was just so creepy and now this photo. Itâs just such a whole big deal out of nothing, honestlyâ.
Millieâs hand began to creep up his leg and Alize could feel himself getting aroused. His brushed a bright red as Millie gave him one of those sexy, suggestive smiles of hers.
âCan we stop talking about Tallyâs Playground?â She whispered âYou havenât been here for over a month and Iâm feeling a little lonelyâ.
âToilet!â Alize suddenly announced, as he stood up.
âWant me to join you?â Millie asked with a suggestive grin.
âHah!â Alize retorted âIâll be fastâ.
Alize rushed into the toilet and quickly locked the door. Something felt off. He may have been a bad boyfriend, but even he could tell that Millieâs mannerisms were strange and that she was being evasive. Something was up and it seemed to relate to Tallyâs Playground. He splashed his face with some cold water and took a deep breath. This matter needed to be addressed, but first he needed to cool down. He took a couple more deep breaths and splashed more cold water on his face, then he got out his phone checking for updates from Hans about the photo taker.
Thinking about it. The photo could have indicated something worse. What if it was a stalker. It could have actually ended much worse than just a single photo. He never thought about it until now, but this was precisely why he didnât want Millie going to such a seedy place such as this.
He left the bathroom with the intent of confronting Millie about Tallyâs Playground again, but she was no longer in the living room. Looking around, he tried to figure out where she had gone and heard voices coming from the safe room. He entered the safe room door quietly and peered inside, but Millie wasnât there, only Uphie. He hadnât seen Uphie after she had broken her legs, but she was quite a sight.
She looked a little larger than he last remembered, and laid on the pillow with a diaper on, she really did not project the image of a mother, and she was certainly not acting like one either.
Uphie was hurling childish insults, seemingly aimed towards the Fluffy carrier, screaming âdummehâ and âworstest babbehâ. Was poor Veve inside? What happened? Alize thought about intervening, but much to his surprise, Prie was the one who came out.
âDummeh mummah!â Prie cried out âMummah am dummeh n Pwie nu wisten. Pwie am bestest teebee Fwuffy, nut dummeh Gwent!â
âPwie am worstest teebee babbeh!â Uphie retorted âPwie am dummeh meanie teebee babbeh dat gib mummah heawt hurties n gib oddah babbehs worstest hurties!â
âPwie am nut dummeh meanie teebee babbeh! Mummah am meanie dummeh mummah!â
âUwpee nut meanie dummeh mummah! Am bestest mummah, Pwie am dummeh!
âPwie nut dummeh! Hoomans caww Pwie wuthless n bwoss bwitch, sa Pwie am bestest!â
âNu! Pwie am nut bestest! Pwie am worstest! Worstest bestest babbeh!â
âMummah am worstest! Mummah am dummeh poopie babbeh dun kno hao walkies nu mowe n nu kno hao use wittew boxie!â
âDummeh Pwie! Uwpee kno hao use wittew boxie, nu can walkies caw mummah hab weggies hurties dat aww!â
The conversation quickly devolved back into name calling. Uphie and Prie calling each other dummeh over and over again. It was actually really stupid, and Alize didnât want to hear anything more, so he simply shut the door, and looked back at his phone. Hans had messaged.
Brohiem what did you say to Mimi?
Got like a missed call and bunch of angry texts
Nothing. Just showed her the photos.
I see?
Anyways. Talked to dude
He said sorry
But said he wasnât trying to be a creep
Oh but his excuse sounds so BS
?
So stupid. Said he saw her two wks ago.
Running from Rolly
Whatâs that?
Oh?
Just abuse game at TP
Blind alicorn chase game
Not important
Ok?
Anyways dude said he saw Millie there 2 wks go
Then second time, for same game
Second time?
Yeah like yesterday.
Anyways said he recognized her
But too shy to ask her direct
So took photo and sent to fds
To check with them
Such BS
Yeah that actually sounds stupid
Was he creeping on Mii?
If he was. Not anymore
I told him to fuck off
Paise too
Dude promise to back off
But yeah got to talk to Mimi about it
Lots of creeps
Case in point
You talking to Mimi about it?
Yeah, but she was being evasive.
What about the moving thing
One thing at a time.
Alize put his phone back in his pocket. He was not going to have a discussion about that again, besides he had other things to focus on. The creep has saw her twice at Tallyâs Playground, so obviously Millie was lying about going once out of curiosity, so the question was, why was she going?
Could the discussion between Uphie and Prie have anything to do about it? He remembered Millie had mentioned that term TV Fluffies before. Veve was a TV Fluffy. It had nothing to do with actually being on TV. Just a term for a Fluffy on a screen. He remembered that Tallyâs Playground had online betting services so that meant that the games were being recorded and broadcast online. Also something Uphie had said about Prie. Gib oddah babbehs worstest hurties. Prie was hurting other foals? Plural and no reference to name, so random foals? Like participants in a televised abuse game.
The pieces snapped into place and Alize felt like one of those detectives from those mystery shows. Just in time too. Millie had come in from the bedroom, wearing a fur trench coat and as he looked at her, she dropped the coat, revealing her the rather provocative black negligee and black lace stockings she was wearing underneath, looking at Alize with a seductive smile. A tempting sight, but Alize could only give her a solemn look.
âYouâve been going to Tallyâs Playground to have Prie participate in those Fluffy blood sport gamesâ. He said in a calm yet firm tone.
He watched as her smile turn into a frown and look away. She picked up her fur coat and put it back on. The face that she made was a dead give away that he was right. Alize sighed and shook his head in disappointment.
âNot only did you keep that a secret, but you lied about it right to my faceâ
Millie offered no response. She just looked down and remained still. Alize didnât move either. He just stood there in silence staring at Millie, feeling hurt that she would lie to him. For a few awkward seconds, neither said a word. Both just standing at the hallways. Alize took a deep breath.
âWhy, Millie?â he asked.
âWhy not, huh?!â Millie suddenly snapped back.
Alize was taken aback, feeling startled by the sudden anger in her tone, but then he glared her feeling slightly irritated.
âWhat do you mean why not?!â
âThatâs exactly what I meant. Why is it wrong for me to take Prie to Tallyâs Playground!?
âWhatâs? Thereâs not wrong with⌠UhâŚâ
âAh! So the problem is me, huh? The problem is because Iâm going?!â
âYes! Exactly! ItâsâŚâ
âWhy? Because Iâm a girl?â
âHuh?! Yes! Wait!? No!â
âOh I see. Millie canât handle herself in such a dangerous. She needs a big strong man to protect her.â
âWhat?! I didnât say that. Thatâs not what Iâm implying?!â
âThen what are you implying?! Clearly you donât approve of me going there, but Iâm an adult and I can handle myself easily, so whatâs the problem?!â
âThe problem is that. Is that⌠UGH!â
Alize was getting flustered. He absolutely sucked when it came to debating. Even now when he knew that he was in the right, he couldnât think of any arguments fast enough to counter her. It annoyed him so much how bad he was at arguing, and it also felt so oddly familiar. This was not the first time he had an argument with Millie. They used to argue a lot, and it was always regarding the same topic: Fluffies. Even this conversation was technically Fluffy related.
âWhatâs so wrong, Alize? Tell me what exactly is wrong?â Millie pressed.
âI⌠UhâŚâ
âWhatâs so wrong Alize?â
âGOD! Youâre always so frustrating when your like this!â Alize screamed.
âExcuse me?!â
âWhenever we argue about Fluffies, you always end up acting like such a bitch!â
Alize paused and placed a hand over his mouth, he didnât mean to say it like that. No so aggressively, but arguing with Millie always got him so emotional and it was hard to think straight when he was like this. He needed a few seconds to get his head straight, but unfortunately Millie had other plans.
âI think you should leaveâ Millie said coldly âGo home and cool your headâ.
Alize stared at her in surprise. Not because she was trying to kick him out, but because he had heard that line before. Not just once either. Everytime their arguments became a little too heated and he ended up swearing at her.
He took a step back and looked away. He always did that in response. Head home feeling like an asshole. Neither of them talking to each other for a few days. Eventually one of them would apologize, and they would spend the next few days chatting and mending their relationships, before the eventually went on some make-up date and properly made up, usually in bed.
Thinking about it, the arguments were almost always about Uphie. To him, Millie was perfect in every other way. It was just this thing she had for Fluffies. If the Fluffies were like Veve then maybe it was okay, but Uphie was just too much. She was bad now, but in truth she was much worse back then because she was just as spoilt. However, she also had Millieâs protection. More than that, Alize had always wondered what would happen if he stood his ground.
What if he had stuck around and really got his point across. Tell Millie off for spoiling Uphie too much. Laid down some ground rules about how Uphie should have been dealt with. Perhaps Uphie would not have turned into an ungrateful shit who ran away because of one rejection. Then maybe Millie could have avoided all that heart break. He always blamed himself. During Millieâs lowest points, where she was crying and dead inside, he always wondered if this could all have been avoided if he just stuck around and said something back then. He wasnât going to make the same mistake.
âNoâ Alize replied firmly
âEx⌠Excuse me?â Millie replied, clearly taken aback by his words.
âI said no. Iâm not leaving until we are done talking about this.â
âWha⌠This is my house and Iâm telling you to leave.â
âAnd I said no. Iâm not leaving until we finish discussing about your secret trips to Tallyâs Playground and this whole thing you got going on with Prieâ.
Millie was frowning now, but Alize remained calm. Keep calm and respond calmly. He needed to get his thoughts across to her and he knew how stubborn she could be, especially when it came to Fluffies.
âIf⌠If you donât leave now, then Iâll⌠Iâll call the copsâ.
Alize shrugged âCall the cops then. Meanwhile, can we talk about you secretly going to dodgy places without telling anyone? Especially you boyfriend?â
âI⌠Fine! You wanna talk about it, then letâs talk about it! Why is it any of your business!â
âItâs my business because my girlfriend is going to a seedy building in the middle of nowhere filled with creepy and desperate guys, where she could be I dunno, raped?!â
âTallyâs Playground is not that seedy and there are plenty of girls there!â
âDoesnât change the fact that it is a risk, and if that place is not so dodgy then why keep it a secret?â
âBecause⌠Because I⌠I⌠UhâŚâ
âSee even you know that place is dodgy! You donât want to tell any of us, and I think I can guess why. You donât want us stopping you, because you want Prie to die one of those games and I bet it has something to do with hurting Uphie, right?â
âIt doesnât have anything to do with that stupid ugly ratâ
âI find that incredibly hard to believeâ
âIt has nothing to do with Uphieâ.
âI bet it does. It always has something to do with Uphie. Honestly Mii! Iâm really getting sick and tired of this BS. I was so conflicted about returning Uphie to you, but I brought her back because I thought she could give you closure, but all that stupid shitty pig rat has been doing has making things worse. Making YOU worse. That Uphie work schemeâŚâ
âWhat I do with Uphie is my business. You donât like it you can go. Sheâs my Fluffy and I get to decide what I do with her!â
Alize scoffed and shook his head. âYâknow itâs funny you used to say that all the time. Uphieâs your Fluffy and you get to decide what to do with her. I thought things would change when Uphie ran away, but look at us, weâre still arguing about Fluffies. Youâre still staying the same lines, and youâre still choosing Uphie over your own boyfriendâ.
This time Millie scoffed and crossed her arms.
âBoyfriend, huh?â She said with contempt âWhat kind of boyfriend doesnât visit their girlfriend for a month, huh?â
âThatâs not fair. You know Iâm busy with workâ
âOh save it. You and I both know that you have free time. Free time that you would rather spend alone then hangout with me. Your GIRLFRIENDâ.
Alize pouted slightly and crossed him arms in annoyance, whilst Millie rolled her eyes.
âSee!â She continued âNo comeback, cause I was right and you donât see me bothering you about how you spend you free time, so why are you bothering me about mine?!â
âFine!â Alize retorted âIâm a shitty boyfriend, and you can call me a shitty boyfriend all you want. So many people tell me the same already, but I am not going to stop bothering you about your secret trips to Tallyâs Playground. We are going to talk about it, whether you like it or not!â
Alize glared at Millie with defiance. Ready to continue standing his ground. He expected this argument to go on for an hour or so, but noticed Millie looking conflicted.
âWho⌠Whoâs been calling you a shitty boyfriend?â She asked softly.
âHuh?â Alize asked in surprise âOh⌠Uh⌠I mean no one actually calls me a shitty boyfriend. Aunty Sera, Hans⌠Um⌠Grut and a couple of my friend, and some of my cousins, like Boni. They kind of making comments that⌠Well comments that make me feel like a shitty boyfriendâ.
Millie looked down in shame, then approached slowly. Alize stared at her in confusion, as he found himself pulled in for very warm and loving embrace.
âYour not a shitty boyfriendâ Millie said softly âYour already a fantastic boyfriend for sticking with me even after all this crapâ.
Alize felt a sense of relief as he felt the warmth emanating from Millie. He felt like a sailor who had just weathered through a very rough storm and once again found the calm sea.
âCan⌠Um⌠Can we talk about Tallyâs Playground now?â He asked carefully
âYes. Yes. You win. We can talk about Tallyâs Playgroundâ.
Alize grinned. Feeling a sense of pride for actually standing his ground for once and listened quietly as Millie talked all about Tallyâs Playground. How it started as just a whim. A desire to get rid of Prie in some way brutal way that would destroy her ego, Prie demanding to be the TV Fluffy and the opportunity that arose when she came across that advert for Tallyâs Playground reopening. The first contest, Prieâs victor, and how annoying it was to hear the crowd praise Prie. Three more attempts with similar results. Millie feeling angrier with each trip, as well as shame, guilt, confusion and craziness. All up to now.
âGod, it feels good to ventâ Millie exclaimed!
âI think you would have felt better if you told us at the startâ Alize said with a smile.
âI⌠I know, but⌠I⌠I just⌠Be honest if I came clean at the start would you really have agreed to let me go or would you have stopped meâ.
Alize shrugged. Truth was, he was more than tempted to kill Uphie and Prie right now, out of some hope that it would just fix things, but this was real life, there was no magical acts or words that would instantly fix Millie. This was a deep wound that Alize had obviously underestimated. It wasnât even a case of Millie being good at hiding her pain, it was just a simple fact that Alize had not been there for her. He wanted her to be better, and anything related to Uphie wasnât the answer. Fact of the matter was that he just needed to be more involved.
âHow about⌠Um⌠Do you⌠Well⌠Would you be okay if I start living with you for a while?â Alize asked
Millie stared at him in surprise âWait. Are you asking if you can move in?â
Alize shrugged again âI mean. Yeah, if youâre alright with it?â
Millie shook her head âNo. I donât want that. I donât want you living with me just because of thisâ.
âHuh?! Wait you donât want me to live with you?!â
âNo! I do, I really do. I try to hold back because I respect that you want your independence, but I really do want you to live with me, but not like this. Not because you feel the need to watch over me or somethingâ.
Alize looked away. He really did like his independence, but it was nothing compared to his love for Millie, and moving in really did seem like a step in the right direction. Besides it wasnât like he really did anything with his so-called independence. Just played his video games, read his comics, watch his animated shows or paint his figurine. He could easily do this stuff here. With his super hot and super cool girlfriend, who was currently wearing some really spicy lingerie under that fur coat. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he really was being stupid. Independence could take a hike. His girlfriend needed him and that was way more important.
âNah. Iâve been thinking about it for quite some timeâ.
âIs it because your family and friends have been pressuring you, and what about work?â
âYou know work is the same distance from both our places, and itâs nothing about pressure. Itâs just⌠Ugh! Yes or no question, are you okay with me living here? If no, then Iâll take it as you donât want your boyfriend living with you, because heâs a shitty boyfriendâ.
Millie looked at Alize with a mix of disbelief and amusement, then punched his arm playfully.
âYouâre not a shitty boyfriend and I donât ever wanna hear you say that⌠As for your question. If you really donât mind. I really would love you staying over on a more permanent basis⌠If you want, we can try a trial run? Maybe a few days a week, and if you like it maybe we can up the daysâ
Alize smiled. Even now, she was still trying to be diplomatic. Suggestions that both could be happy with. Alize nodded.
âI would like that, but only if you agree no more secrets. Promise!â
Millie nodded âPromiseâ
