We Know Not What We Do
Part 3
Steve felt pretty good about himself. It’s been over a week and the two fluffies have opened their eyes. They even started saying words. He hadn’t been able to keep house plants alive, so he was a bit surprised that this was almost easier. Well, except for the lack of sleep. But he’s managed to keep them alive.
They were cute too. Mocha with the brown eyes, light brown coat, and the dark brown tail and mane. Prince with the lavender eyes, dark purple coat, and the yellow almost gold tail and mane. He hated to admit it, and he knew better than to say this out loud around the fluffies, but Mocha was quickly becoming his favorite. She even tried to dance. It was too adorable, even when she started to wobble and her wings started buzzing to keep her from falling over. Needless to say, it didn’t.
Both Mocha and Prince were getting bigger. They were still small enough to hold in a single hand, but they were becoming what he learned was called “talky babies.” They still chirped and peeped, but they had words mixing in. Prince very vocally requested toys from Steve, he didn’t stomp his hoof but Steve did think the fluffy was growing into his name. Mocha looked up to him from his hand and asked for the toys with a “pwease.”
It was the weekend, they were almost two weeks old, and Steve figured it was time to move them to the new larger box and to even give them time to spend outside of that box. He left them inside the box on the table as he cleaned out the spare room. Towels and old pillows became blankets and beds. A small box was used for the litter. He even set up a spare litter box in the bathroom.
“Okay, guys. Are you ready?” Steve looked down into the box at the two foals.
“Weady?” Prince tilted his head looking a bit confused.
Mocha hopped up onto her hind legs waving her front hooves at Steve, “WEADY! CHIRP!”
He set the box down and closed the door behind him. It was a small room, something that could’ve been turned into an office or laundry room. There wasn’t much in there, the new beds, the litter, and a ball and some fluffy safe blocks. “This is your new room!” Both fluffies were set down by the toys. Their eyes went wide as they looked around. He knelt down behind them. “You each get your own bed, but you can share. There are a few toys, make sure you two share. And you gotta poop and pee in that box.” He pointed to the litter. “No more pooping wherever you want. Understand?”
Both foals nodded and started half running half stumbling as fast as they could to the toys. Prince went straight to the ball, Mocha to the blocks. “I’m gonna be in the kitchen, if you need me just yell.” Neither fluffy acknowledged him, they were too excited over the toys and bed. He left the door open as he left, letting them enjoy the new room.
Mocha loved it. She loved all of it. She turned around to thank her daddeh, but he was already gone and the door left open. Her ears twitched as she heard noises coming from down the hall. She hugged the first block she got too. It was too big for her to get her legs around, but she tried her hardest, “wub!” Her wings fluttered.
Each block Mocha went up to and hugged. And then she saw the beds. Both were huge. SO HUGE! Her eyes widened again and her mouth opened, “ooooo…” She marched up to the pillow bed. For a human, it was a basic throw pillow with a towel on it. For a baby foal that struggles to walk, it was a mountain, nearly twice as tall as she was.
Mocha reared up on her hind legs, spreading out her front legs and tackled the corner of the pillow. It wasn’t very effective. But she tried her hardest. She squirmed and struggled climbing up the pillow. Each step her hooves sunk into the pillow a little. She gasped and started bouncing and jumping. It was softer than her mummah! A brief frown crossed her face as she remembered her mummah, but she loved her daddeh even more. She bounced one more time, lost her balance and tumbled head over tail back to the floor giggling the whole way down.
She found herself staring up at the ceiling, the happiest she has been since she first saw her daddeh.
Prince pushed the ball around, well, he tried to push the ball around. It was heavy and as big if not bigger than him. For a moment he watched his sister run about and fall off the bed. He was more curious with exploring. He was quite happy with the toys, and now his… their new room. The noises from the kitchen made him curious and he cautiously waddled over to the open door to peek around.
The hallway was huge! For Prince it went on forever. He could see the light and hear the noise from the kitchen at the end. Bravely he held his head high and ambled towards the kitchen. He peeked into the bathroom, not knowing what it was, it wasn’t as exciting as following the noises.
Prince plopped down by Steve’s feet and stared up at him. Gosh, he was so tall. “CHIRP!” Sometimes that was easier than trying to yell daddeh. He couldn’t see what daddeh was doing up there, but something smelled good. Really really good. “Upsies!” His tail and hooves waving about.
“Hey buddy, did ya miss me?” Steve asked as he kept doing… something.
“Wuh daddeh doin?” Again he chirped and waved his appendages begging to be held.
“I’m making poppers.” He holds up a green thing wrapped in stuff with white on the end. “It’s food for humans, not for fluffies.”
Prince harrumphed as Steve ignored him, he started moving around more and Prince could see big things in his hands. Something near to the floor was opened with a rush of hot air that his daddeh shoved something inside and quickly closed it again.
“CHIRP CHIRP!” Prince became impatient, “daddeh, upsies!”
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he sounded distracted and with one hand picked up Prince.
It felt weird. It smelled weird. The warm hand didn’t smell like daddeh. And it didn’t feel right. It was all slippery. And there were bits of white stuff and tiny bits of green stuff. The slippery stuff worked it’s way right into the fluffies’ coat and he slid about in Steve’s cupped hand. It smelled so weird. But it also smelled really tasty.
Cautiously he stuck his tongue out. It was salty, but tasty. And the white bits were creamy and reminded him of milk for some reason. But the green stuff, even though he got some in his mouth, he didn’t have the teeth to chew, but he pretended he did, the last coherent thought Pwince nummy fud wike daddeh!
The greasy coating and tiny bit of cream cheese didn’t protect his tiny mouth any longer, the next lick caused his eyes to go wide. Prince’s body goes stiff, his pupils dilate. His entire body starts shivering and a very very soft “eeeeeeeeee” can’t quite be heard by Steve. The bacon fat and caparison permeate through his very thin layer of fluff to coat nearly his entire body. The silent screech suddenly belted out as high pitched as only a fluffy experiencing the literally worst thing that has ever happened to him, happened to him.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Whu- oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” Steve panicked, totally forgetting that he was making jalapeno poppers and hadn’t washed his hands yet. He ran to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of milk with his free hand and rushed to the sink. The closest bowl was dirty. Fuck it. Into the bowl the milk went and into the milk he dunked Prince. His body shifting from stiff to spasm.
Steve washed him as gently yet as quickly as he could while also keeping Prince’s head out of the milk. The screech had gone silent, Prince only panting and his lips moving as if he was trying to talk. No words came out.
As he finished up multiple milk baths and fluffy foal shampoo baths, he left Prince on a towel to finish drying off. The tiny purple foal curled up as best as he could and suckled on his burnt hoof. Steve couldn’t hear it, Prince softly “huu huu’ing” He leaned against the fridge to see Mocha’s head peaking around the corner, her ears down, her face looking scared.
“It’s okay. There was an accident and your brother got hurt.” Steve picked up Mocha and held her near Prince, but not close enough to touch him. “No, don’t get closer.” Mocha had tried to climb out of his hand to go to her brother. “He’s got a real big owie, so you can’t touch him, it’ll hurt.” He didn’t know if that made sense to her or not.
After daddeh and Mocha walked away, Prince had even worst hurties. Babbehs nee wub and hugs… wub and hug hewp… daddeh nu wan Pwince tu feew gud… And Prince cried softly into his hoof.