Chapter 1.
It was a cold night. I left work and hurried towards my apartment. It had been raining all day and part of the night, and I was thankful that the rain had stopped just before I finished my shift. It was late, and I decided to take a shortcut through an alley. Suddenly, I heard some whimpering. It took me by surprise, sending a chill down my spine. I stopped and looked around. I saw a small, chubby figure emerging from a cardboard box - a fluffy, more precisely, a mare. She had a worn-out expression on her face. Despite seeming like she had lived on the streets for quite some time, she appeared well-fed.
“H-hewwo, nice mistah,” she said in a sad voice. “Can gib nummies to soon mummah?” She was pregnant, not good. It was my first encounter with a fluffy, but I’d heard a lot about them - how horrible they are, capricious creatures capable of terrible abuse towards their kind for being different (not too different from humans). I’d been shown some videos justifying their extermination (damn it, Aunt Martha, stop posting those videos in the family WhatsApp group). So, I decided to ignore her and walk away. I didn’t want to deal with these things. But as I tried to leave, I heard her whimpering again. I couldn’t bear it. She’s pregnant, maybe just one night, I thought. If she causes any trouble, I’ll take her out onto the street, and that’ll be it.
I approached her and said, “Fine, I’ll take you home and give you some food, but in the morning, you’re leaving.” She replied, “Tank 'u, nice mistah. Mummah pwomise be good fwuffy.” I have to admit, that was adorable. But I shouldn’t forget they’re unpleasant, horrible creatures. It would only be a matter of time before she did something disgusting. I let her clumsily walk alongside me to my apartment… it was a long journey.
End of Chapter 1.