Chapter 14 Smarty Plans
So Brownie was planning a coup.
Erik was kind of impressed. He’d taught the little fluffs to read…or rather the alicorns certainly helped teach them to read when Erik taught them. But it seemed Brownie wanted to use that gift for evil. Erik could easily read the plan. The first step was find and break the ‘camewas’. The second…was unwritten. The third was getting rid of daddeh. The fourth was to be the bestest smawty of the housie. It wasn’t a good plan, but she was trying to make a plan. Erik sighed. She also chased away the little walkie talkie babbehs, so she needed to be punished for that. He began to walk to the safe room after switching the camera feed to his phone. He made his steps heavier and louder to see what Browine would do with the paper. He was quite surprised, as it was quickly stuffed under one of the stuffie friends. Quick thinking. She probably thought he couldn’t see what she did.
“Hey, fluffies.” Erik said with a smile as he came into the room. The fluffies all turned to him with innocent smiles. Cloudy’s eyes were a little teary, as she’d recently gotten hit. “Daddeh! Cwoudy nee tawk tu daddeh!” The pegusus started to waddle quickly towards Erik. It looked like she caught onto Brownie being mean, as she looked at the older fluffy before speaking.
Brownie knew she had to act fast! If her dummeh sissy told on her, the plan would be ruined! She ran towards Cloudy, intercepting her;
“SCREEEEEEEE!” Cloudy screamed as she was barged into, and felt her wingie really, really hurt! She began crying.
“Brownie! Why would you do that!?” Erik hadn’t quite expected that. She hadn’t wanted any other fluffies to get hurt! He moved Brownie off the smaller walkie talkie foal, and gasped to see her little wingie at a very wrong angle. He quickly got the carrier, and left Brownie in a sorry box.
“NUUU! Wet out! Fwuffy sowwy!”
Erik knew it was a lie because she didn’t use her name. “Goldenrod, look after the other chirpies.” He said. He took Cloudy alone to the vet.
Unfortunately the one wingie couldn’t be saved. It was too tiny a bone to fix. It was easier to just amputate it. Erik tearfully agreed, as there was nobody who could fix it, unless they had at least three specialists and millions of dollars. He held Cloudy’s hooves, and swore he could see the light in her eyes die a little as she felt one of her precious wingies get snipped and fall to the ground.
“NUUUHUUUHUUU! WINGIE! WINGIE MAKE BABBEH SPESHUL!”
Erik could only hold Cloudy as she cried over the loss of her wing. The little stump was covered with a dab of healing gel, but that didn’t help much when Cloudy was sobbing and in pain. A small bandage was wrapped around her middle.
“It will take her a little time to find a new balance.” The vet said. “Not as much as that other foal of yours. I suggest you be more careful. I don’t like seeing banged up foals coming in here.” The vet said, her voice full of silent judgement.
When he got home, he let Cloudy’s siblings hug her. “Because Brownie was too tough with her sibling, Cloudy’s wingie was broken and fell off.” Erik decided on that little white lie to keep Cloudy from fearing vets. Making her think the vet tried to save the wing but it was too hurt and fell off.
The other foals gasped, now noticing the bandage and only one wing.
Cloudy had purpose in her eyes, and waddled over to Brownie’s sorry box. There was a small opening so Brownie or any other punished foal could see their siblings playing. The injured foal glared into the box. “BROWNIE MAKE CWOUDY WOSE WINGIE! HATCHU!” With that, she turned and gave sorry poopies to the box, a good amount of it getting inside.
“SCREEEEE! NU SMEWW PWETTY!” Brownie cried. “DADDEH! HEWP BABBEH!”
Erik sighed. “Cloudy. No sorry poopies. Even if Brownie was bad. Now there’s sorry poop in the safe room.” He pointed out.
Cloudy seemed to come to the realization now, seeing poop was not just in the sorry box. And it smelled so not pretty. “Sowwy daddeh. Nu du id again. Nu smeww pwetty.” She crouched down, covering her nose.
“You’ll need a bath for the sorry poopies.” He said, and Cloudy’s eyes filled with fear.
“Nuuu! Nu baf, pwease! Wawa am su scawy!”
“You don’t smell pretty like that.” Erik said as he scooped up Cloudy with one hand, and the sorry box with the other, surprised he managed to find a place free of shit. He’d have to wash that off. He figured he might as well hose off the inside while Brownie was in there. He’d just be careful not to drown her. He left them both in the sink, and cleaned up the walls of the safe room.
When he came into the bathroom, Brownie and Cloudy were arguing, Cloudy was full of anger still that her wing was now gone. “CWOUDY HATCHU! HATCHU!” She was yelling at the brown near adult.
“SHADDUP! NU BWONIE’S FAUWT DUMMEH SU WEAK!” Brownie screamed back.
“WHY YU NU WISTEN TU DADDEH! AWW YUR FAUWT!” She yelled.
“Oh? What’s all Brownie’s fault?” Erik asked, as if he didn’t already know the plan.
Cloudy cast a spiteful look at Brownie before she started to speak. Before she could get more than three words out, some poop spurt out of the mesh. Brownie had tried to do sorry poopies to her sister to silence her, and miserably failed.
Erik intervened before Brownie could make things worse, and put her sorry box in the tub. “No more interruptions out of you.” He growled. He used a softer tone with Cloudy. “Now…what was your sister planning?”
Cloudy sat in the sink, which inevitably had her sitting in her own shit. “Bwonie was gonna be nyu smawty. Gunna get wid of daddeh.” She said. “Nu kno how, bu was gonna du id.” She said. “Sissy wode and hidey unda stuffie fwiend.”
Erik nodded. “I see. That was a very good thing you did in telling me, Cloudy.” He said. Erik washed her gently with a gentle and nice smelling shampoo. He let Cloudy play a bit in the bubbles, even though she was still unsure of how she felt about baths. but this was a nice bath with warm water and bubbles. He dried her off and rebandaged the foal before returning her to the safe room.
“Remember, babbehs. Play nice with Cloudy. She’s still healing.” He reminded them before he went back to deal with Brownie.
Brownie was sobbing in the dark of the sorry box. She was forced to crouch uncomfortably on her chubby legs. Unable to lie down or stand up. She heard steps coming back and shivered. Daddeh was coming back. He was gonna be soooo mad at her! She only bopped Cloudy once! Now the dummeh made her go and hurt her wingie! It wasn’t her fault! All she was trying to do was stop her. It wasn’t her fault her dummeh sissy was so weak! Brownie yelped as suddenly there was wawa in the sorry box! Wawa was bad for fluffies! She screamed. “Screeee! Daddeh! Wawa! Wawa bad for fwuffy! Nuuu! Hewp! Hewp babbeh!” She wiggled, unable to do much more in her panic.
Erik sighed to hear Brownie screaming. He shook the sorry box. “Quiet.” He said. “This is part of your punishment.” He was using water that was barely warm. He had to clean Brownie and the box so he wasn’t going to make it pleasant for her. Nor would this be enough for a punishment. Maybe he could strap all her legs to make her a pseudo pillow fluff? Maybe let her see her mother Sleet to remind her what happens to bad fluffies. He made sure to take Brownie out of the sorry box so she wouldn’t drown. He rinsed it out well, using the showerhead features and turned on the hot water for it. “Stay back unless you want to get burned.” He warned her. The hot water did lap at Brownie’s sensitive hooves, making her whimper and waddle back.
After the sorry box was clean, the water went colder again, and Erik sprayed Brownie, smirking a bit as the little fluffy waddled away in a panic.
“Nuuu! Daddeh! Sabe babbeh! Wawa bad!” Brownie cried as she tried to toddle away, eyes closed and head in the air. She reached the edge of the tub and tried to crawl up the side. It was impossible for an adult fluffy, and hopeless for a foal. She kept trying, her face soaked by her tears. “Huuuhuuuhuuu!”
Erik got tired of chasing her around with the shower head and pinched her by the tail, dragging her back towards the middle. He made a disgusted face as he saw he dragged her through her scaredy peepees. He rinsed her back, then lifted her by the tail to rinse her front. No shampoo. She could deal with the slight stink. Erik rinsed the tub and roughly dried Brownie with the ‘sorry washcloth’ which was essentially part of a burlap sack. He then got two rubber bands. He put them around Brownie, folding her legs towards her body. They weren’t long enough to touch, so they’d be isolated.
“Brownie! Your leggies ran away. All four of them this time! You must be such a bad fluffy!” Erik said, lifting her up by the scruff of her neck.
“Bad upsies!” Brownie tried to wiggle as she was lifted. She then looked to the mirror, and gasped. Her leggies! She tried to move them, but nothing happened! Her leggies must have run away! “Weggies! Nuuu! Cum back weggies! Nuuhuuhuuu!” Her face fluff was wet all over again and she barely noticed her daddeh was moving her until they approached a room. “Daddeh? Whewe dis?” She asked.
“This is where I keep bad fluffies.” Erik said mysteriously. He opened the door, revealing Sleet, the legless fluffy. “See, Sleet is a bad fluffy too. She was the one who took away your leggie at first. And she bit Knight. Since you’re both bad fluffies, I think you two would get along well.”
Sleet looked over when her daddeh arrived, and looked excited, only to look disgusted at Brownie, then remorseful that she thought such bad fluffy thoughts. No wonder her leggies wouldn’t come back! She thought of other fluffies as bad fluffies. The little one was set down in front of her.
“Sleet, do you remember Brownie? She’s the babbeh you hurt.” Erik said. “I think you did more to her. Your badness must have gone into her when you stomped on her. She’s a bad fluffy now. Just like you.
“B-bad babbeh?” Sleet gasped. She looked at Brownie, and blew a raspberry. “Dummeh babbeh. Wisten tu daddeh.” She saw the lack of leggies and realized Brownie was too far gone. Only the worst fluffies lost leggies. Sleet didn’t want to be too close to a bad babbeh. She looked away.
“I wonder what would have happened if I let you crush her, Sleet. She hurt another babbeh.” He said. “Her pegasus sister lost one of her wingies because of Brownie.” He wanted to get as much drama going between them before he went to his other fluffies.
Sleet gasped in shock. “Huwt babbeh! Hatchu! Hatchu!” Sleet went wild, and managed to grab a hunk of Brownie’s mane in her teeth.
“SCREEEE! Owies! Nu gib owies! Babbehs for wuv an huggies!” Brownie managed to roll away, mostly by pure luck. She was off balance and Sleet only had the end of the foal’s mane. Either way, Brownie ended up out of her reach and upside down. “Hewp! Brownie wong way upsies!” She wanted to wiggle her leggies, but they weren’t there! She started to cry, only able to stand there.
“I’ll leave you two to talk things out.” He shut the light off and the door, plunging the two fluffies into darkness. Their cries echoed in his mind as he headed to his loved fluffies.
Luckily there were people lining up for the fluffies. Even with the edit he made about Cloudy losing a wing, there were those who liked disabled fluffies. Trying to save them and all, or provide a safe place where all of them are different in a different way. The most contention was over Knight. An alicorn male with fantastic colors. All of them had good patterns and it was confirmed their mother produced alicorns two litters in a row. They were very valued, and Erik was being careful. Only hugboxers. Those who would breed for a family or for extra money like him and rose the fluffies lovingly.
He checked in on them, and his dear Cloudy was sleeping, cuddled up to Knight. Of course. Knight really was a lap fluffy. Content to just lay around. He opened his eyes, and smiled at Erik. His tail wagged once before he laid his head back down, closing his eyes again.
Peppermint was playing a puzzle game where pushing one of four buttons made another push up. The unicorn was running around, pressing one down with her hooves, only to be startled as another button popped back up. She didn’t seem to understand that there wasn’t a way to win. It still wore her out and kept her entertained…and sharp. Other than her more advanced alicorn siblings, she was the smartest of them. Whenever her other siblings had a problem, she was over there helping. She would get Goldenrod if she couldn’t solve it.
Sunrise was waddling around, pushing a ball. He was almost the size of Goldenrod, despite being the second litter. He was strong but incredibly gentle. In fact, when he’d met a butterfly, he had run away, trailing piss and shit. A bit of a gentle giant. He’d at least tried to stand up for them for a solid three seconds. Erik was sure if the butterfly had noticed them, it would have been suitably scared. Unless not even butterflies saw fluffies as threats. It was entirely possible.
Erik played some with Goldenrod. He was still too small to feel sexual urges, but he was trying to get the alicorn on kibble. Goldenrod wanted to go to the auto feeder. Erik considered a fence that was set so only a small foal could get through, but Sunrise was too big for that. He was worried he may have to divide the room. “Goldenrod, you have to eat big fluffy food. You’re becoming a big fluffy. You don’t want to be treated like a babbeh, do you?” he was getting an idea. Fluffy diapers were a thing. Maybe he’d need to buy them. Most of the time they were used for fluffies that had trouble with their bowels or as an anti enf device. Apparently the fluffies and foals that had to use them were ungrateful about it. He’d have to order them later and make Goldenrod wear them until he decided to eat kibble like a big fluffy. Erik had softened it with fluffy milk, of course, but Goldenrod had no desire to eat it.
A day later the diapers arrived. He had to love the fast delivery service. When he went into the room, he found Goldenrod furiously suckling from one of the teats of the auto feeder. He saw his daddeh, and quickly got off it, as if he’d done nothing wrong. It might be halfway believable if there wasn’t milk dripping from his snout. “Daddeh!” Goldenrod said.
“Goldenrod. I have something for you.” He said.
“Weally, daddeh?” He asked, waddling over, smiling.
“Yes. I need you to close your eyes. I’m gonna put it on you.” He said. He could see the fluffy close his eyes happily. He suspected nothing, even when he was placed on something, and felt it go around him.
Erik had placed Goldenrod facedown on the opened diaper and pulled his tail gently through the hole, wrapping it around the foal. “Alright, open your eyes.” Erik said.
Goldenrod opened his eyes and looked down, only for his grin to fade. “Daddeh? Wat dis?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably.
“It’s a diaper. They go on big babbehs.” Erik said, hiding the cruelty in his smile. “Babbehs that are too big for milk but won’t go on kibble.”
Goldenrod whined and tried to scoot his rear on the ground to get the diaper off only to horribly fail. “Nu wike dis. Daddeh, pwease nu diapah.” Goldenrod tried to use the adorable eyes, but Erik stayed stalwart.
“If you start to eat like a big fluffy, you won’t have to wear the diaper.”
“Buh…what if haf tu make gud poopies?”
“You go in the diaper. That’s what it’s for.” Erik said, and saw the revulsion cross the fluffy’s face. Good. With luck he’d have Goldenrod cured of this in a few days.
The other foals were laughing, seeing their oldest in a diaper, now realizing it was because he wouldn’t eat ‘big fluffy’ food. Goldenrod looked down, blushing under his fur. “Huuhuuu….nu wike….” He whined. He went to go sulk in the corner, his waddle more awkward and making a slight swish noise. It also brought new ideas to use on Sleet and Brownie when they acted up.
Erik left with a big smile on his face, feeling elated by the very idea. He had a lot of planning to do.
added if she bit off the same leg that was operated.