(It’s been a while people! I’m back and trying to figure out this new damn update. Anyways, I’m trying to get back into this writing stuff, so enjoy!)
Erik ran home, holding back tears. It had been horrible, seeing that boy heartlessly stomp that feral foal. Erik was no saint, but at least he wasn’t heartless. He’d never killed a fluffy before! Only punishment…only deserving punishment… He ran inside, and needed to see something cute. Right…Sleet had Majesty now. He’d see how they were doing.
Unfortunately things were not going so well. Sleet had been enamored by a foal at first, the creature that was helpless and needed her love and hugs. She had hugged Majesty, singing to him, but he was big. He should be walking and talking. His eyes should be open. “Babbeh nee tu open see-pwaces.” She said to Majesty, prodding his face with one of her new leggies.
Majesty, who was a sensitib babbeh, only peeped as his snout was pressed. He peeped, blindingly moving his head around in search of miwk. His little hooves flailed, weak from disuse. He smelled miwk nearby and was trying to crawl towards it.
The cause of milk was the microfluffy Butter. She was unhappy at giving away her miwk to some strange, big foal. She was growing bigger, being a soon mummah, and did not want to give away any more. What about her babbehs? How would they eat? Her daddeh said she’d have enough, but Butter did not agree! This was her miwkies and her tummeh babbehs needed it! She squeaked in fear and tried to waddle away, only a little faster due to her own tummeh growing.
Sleet frowned to see Butter walking away. She knew daddeh said Butter had to feed the babbeh! “Nu! Bad fwuffy!” She addled over on her legs and grabbed Butter’s tail with her teeth. She began dragging the microfluffy back to the sensitive babbeh.
Butter screed as her tail was dragged. “Nu am bad fwuffy! Budder am gud fwuffy! Nu wike miwkie thief! Nu wike!” She screeched, but was too pregnant and slow to escape as Sleet dragged her.
“Gib miwkies tu senstib babbeh. Nao!” Sleet stomped a prosthetic hoof, wincing at the pain. “Ow Seet gib sowwy poopies.” She turned around, her tail raised menacingly.
Butter Huuhuuued to see the huge fluffy threatening her. She had no choice as the babbeh reached her.
Majesty was bigger than any chirpy babbeh should be. He was the size he should be walking and talking, yet still had his eyes closed, only crawling. He sniffled and began to suckle on Butter, not caring about the crying.
Erik came in, having heard sobbing. Butter. Of course she was. But the way Sleet dragged her back was good. He patted her head. “That was a good job, Sleet. Majesty still needs miwkies.” He said.
“Daddeh!” Sleet happily accepted the pets, cooing. “Buddu nu wan gib babbeh miwkies. She am bad mummah!” She proclaimed.
“That’s right. Maybe that’s why her first babbehs went forever sleepies.” Erik said.
Sleet gasped, looking over at Butter with new hatred.
Erik knew it wasn’t Butter’s fault and he didn’t want her dead…at least not until she had a litter or two. “But she’s doing this to show how sorry she is. Try to be nice to her, okay? Everyone deserves a second chance.” He didn’t mention how Sleet was probably on chance six by now, though Erik wasn’t going to ever move her out of this room. No, her failures at motherhood proved that. The only reason she got Majesty was because he was too big to stomp on and kill. He pet the sensitive babbeh, softly telling Majesty he was perfect the way he was. “It’s okay to want to be a babbeh forever.” He said. “You just need a little more time than most babbehs. And that’s perfectly okay. We’ll take care of you.” He gently picked up the fluffy, letting it cuddle and hug his hand. “So cute.” He said, smiling. “Isn’t he so pretty, Sleet?” He asked.
Sleet waddled over, wincing at the prosthetic’s sharp points. “Is pwetty babbeh, daddeh.” She agreed. Majesty was a purple color, vibrant without being too bright, soft without being pastel.
Butter sniffled. “N-nu wike… Nee miwkies fo babbehs.” Butter was convinced her milk was being stolen and she wouldn’t have enough for her other babbehs when they came.
Erik turned to Butter sharply. “It doesn’t matter. You don’t have babbehs right now. You’ll have enough miwk when they come. I’m your daddeh, so you better listen to me.” He said. “Or you’ll be a bad fluffy.” He saw Butter flinch, no fluffy wanted to be known as a bad fluffy!
Sleet seemed to remember something. “Daddeh! Wha happen tu stoopid poopie babbeh?” She meant Brownie. She hadn’t seen that babbeh in a while. The meanie babbeh that deserved to lose a leggie.
“Brownie is not stupid. But she’s gone to bad babbeh camp. Hopefully they’ll make her a good babbeh soon and she can come home.” Erik just didn’t have it in him to really hurt babbehs. They were too pure….but he could punish them. Like corrections for Goldenrod. He sighed and set Majesty down. “I have to check on all my other fluffies.” He said. “But if I hear about any more of this not sharing miwk, I’m not gonna be happy.” He stared at Butter, whose ears flatted against her head. Satisfied that his message was received, he left. Sleet was doing a bit better with a foster foal to care for.
He went into his foal room, and Erik felt himself relax. He loved his little foals. He saw Cloudy was still a bit depressed about her wingie. She’d try to jump off things and blame her falling on the lack of wingie instead of gravity. Erik had splurged a bit and got a Foal Flyer. It was a harness with a small fan blowing. It made the foal feel like they were airborne. He figured if he had any other pegasus or alicorn fluffies, they’d love it. He just hoped it didn’t depress Cloudy further.
“Here, Cloudy. I’ve got something that might help.” Erik said with a small smile. He took out the little stand. It was a molded piece of plastic with a plug. The wire was protected by a piece of plastic much like a bendy straw. A dog or cat could easily chew through, but a fluffy? Not a chance. He plugged the fan in and gently brought the sniffling foal over.
“W-wut dat?” Cloudy asked, and was gently strapped into the harness. She was perfectly okay being high up. She and Goldenrod were able to be carried without having to be cradled to daddeh’s chest to feel safe.
“This is a Foal Flyer. It can make you feel like you’re flying.” Erik said. He saw Cloudy perk up.
“W-weally, daddeh?” Her tail wagged hesitantly, then felt the air as the fan blew. It was a very low setting, the blades foam. It created just enough of a breeze to feel her mane and tail flow. “Wheee! Fwuffy fwy!” She started to flap her wingie, the little nub also wiggling. It made her only a little sad, but flying was occupying her thoughts.
Erik smiled to watch this, and noticed the instructions said the foal should always be supervised, and not leave a fluffy on for more then ten minutes. They might get chilled. Erik wondered if he should invest in a little fluffy aviator jacket and goggles. It was cute, but was it worth it if he was giving her away? The flyer was already worth the cost since he had Goldenrod and the flyer could be used for punishment. It wasn’t advertised that way, of course, but abuser websites could turn almost anything into abuse. A unicorn or earth foal could be put into the flyer and the flyer on a table or a dresser. High enough the foal can see the drop. It was perfect, given most foals did whatever they could if they could avoid danger. Most, as in those who didn’t were too stupid.
He saw Peppermint was trying hard at a simple slide puzzle, but getting frustrated. It was several red pieces with a small blue piece in the middle that she had to slide out. She kept getting stuck and puffed her cheeks up as if she could intimidate the puzzle into solving itself. If only it were that simple. He sat near Peppermint. “You’re stuck, Pepper?” He asked. He could see how she could solve it, just two moves…but the foal kept making the same mistake as if that would solve it.
“Yus. Dummeh puzzuwe.” Peppermint blew a raspberry at it. Possibly the smartiest behavior she’d done, but luckily it was only directed at a puzzle. “The puzzle isn’t dumb. It isn’t even alive.” He gently pet her. “What if…you moved a piece a different way?” He asked. “What if you moved this one.” He tapped it. “Sideways instead of up?” He saw the gears turn in Peppermint’s head as she tried it…and the blue piece slid out of the red puzzle. Peppermint lit up happily. “Daddeh! Peppamin did id!” She cheered, hopping around.
“Yes, you did! That was so good, Peppermint!” Erik said, picking up the foal and giving her a hug in return. It made him happy to see she was being smart without turning Smarty.
Sunrise and Knight…Erik noticed they often hung around each other. Maybe he should advertise them as a pair? Then again, Knight’s main focus was rest, and what was Sunrise but a big pillow? “Sunrise, have you been walking around?” He asked the foal, though he knew he had. Erik watched the cams every day and reviewed the footage so he knew the fluffies weren’t lying to him. Sunrise was just…a large fluffy. The body of a toughie but the mind of a much more sensitive fluffy. He pet both Sunrise and Knight.
“Yus, daddeh.” Sunrise said, his tail wagging. “Sunwise wuv nyu tunnew!”
Erik smiled. The new ‘big boy’ tunnels. After Sunrise had gotten stuck in one of the foal tunnels, an experience traumatic for all parties involved especially Erik as he cleaned copious amounts of scaredy poopies, he invested in larger tunnels, one a full size fluffy could walk through, but not turn around. A foal, even a big one, could. “That’s good.” Erik said, glad there’d be no issues, even with the large foals. “How have you been, Knight?” He asked, gently petting the little alicorn. His fluff had grown in where his mother tore it off. Erik couldn’t even tell there’d been an injury in the first place.
And now…Goldenrod. Erik decided he’d ease up on the foal, given he now had mean microfluffies to torment. Plus Goldenrod had recently proved himself. He went over to the sulking fluffy, his diaper once again full. “Hey, Goldenrod.” He said.
“Hewwo, daddeh.” The foal said, looking down still.
“I think you’re ready to have that diaper off. You’re being a big fluffy, after all.”
Goldenrod perked up. “Weally?” He asked, tail wagging.
“Really. Just no more drinking milk. Nobody likes a miwk thief.” Erik said. He’d learned that term recently, and thought that might help. Though he wasn’t worried about Goldenrod ‘stealing’ milk, just his development. Going on miwk too long would make him first grow too fast for his bones…then develop lactose intolerance. So he’d essentially be a pillow fluff with useless legs and shit even worse.
Goldenrod’s ears drooped. Miwkies was bestest! Everybody knew foals that drank lots of miwkies grew up big and strong! But…daddeh said it was only for babbehs…and Goldenrod wasn’t a babbeh anymore! He was a walkie talkie! He was a colt! “Otay, daddeh…nu mo miwkies…” he said reluctantly.
“Good fluffy.” Erik said, petting Goldenrod’s head. It had been a difficult thing to do, punishing Goldenrod like this…confusing for him mostly…but he did it. Part of him wanted to see his fluffy smile at him with that look of adoration in its eyes, and yet the other part of Erik wanted to see them cry and plead with him to stop after they were brats. Erik took Goldenrod into the bathroom, taking the soiled diaper off. He turned the sink’s water on.
Goldenrod’s tail tucked between his legs. “Wawa bad fo fwuffy…” he whimpered.
“Good fluffies are clean.” Erik said. “And you’re not clean right now.”
Goldenrod’s ears dipped low again, but he stopped whining about it. He trembled and whimpered as his bottom was cleaned. “Nu wike poopie pwace towches…” he whined.
“I don’t like it either.” Erik said. Luckily he cleaned Goldenrod up nicely, and patted him dry with a soft towel. A Fluffsafe towel, guaranteed to dry a fluffy without pain and very absorbent. Erik heard they were making human size ones too. He took his little fluffy back into the room.
“Gowdenwod nu mowe babbeh! Am cowt ‘gain!” He announced, his tail wagging. When he was set down, he was waddling in circles, no diaper to impede his movements…at least no more than fluffy anatomy already impeded movement. As the other fluffies happily waddled over to Goldenrod, thrilled their brother was gud again, Erik took a few more pictures. Almost time for the second round of foals to be sold. Once again, he wondered if he should keep one from this litter. Erik sighed. A problem for another day.
He had to check in on the microfluffies. Erik had to check the foals, though he suspected they’d all be fine. Indigo and Nymph were good mothers, despite their flaws. He wanted maybe one more litter out of them before he began the abuse…even if fluffies were resilient, he didn’t want any of his little victims to die of inbreeding before they could get punished. Unfortunately, Erik had found microfluffies tended to have ill temperaments. They deserved it.
Erik stepped into the room, hearing peeps and chirps. No distress, just noisy microfluffy foals testing out their lungs. And they made loud sounds despite how tiny they were. He went over to the first couple, Nymph and Piggy. Piggy was, predictably, parked by the food, gorging himself on nutrifluff gel. Erik wondered if he should have gone with the lowfat version, considering the greed of this fluff. “How are you, Nymph?” He asked the microfluff. It looked like she was at least taking good care of her tiny babbehs. Just the sizes of jelly beans, though perhaps they’d grown a bit during the night?
Nymph was feeding her babbehs and looked up at Erik, tail wagging. “Daddeh!” She squeed. “Babbehs am su gud! Bestest babbehs eva!”
Erik smiled, giving each babbeh a pet. Though Nymph squirmed like she wanted to say something, she was smart enough not to. He knew fluffies got protective over their foals, especially microfluffs. Made sense, considering how delicate they were. “Are your babbehs warm enough?” Erik asked. He needed at least another generation of these microfluffs before having fun…luckily with how fast fluffies worked, it wouldn’t be more than a few months. He looked over the microfluffs. The unicorn filly was his favorite. Striking black and gold…though the others were pretty as well. Well, maybe not the earthy, who was purple with orange. It was better than the rejected one.
“Wawm daddeh!” Nymph said, pointing to her nestie.
“Hmph. Piggeh am cowd.” Piggy grumbled.
“Piggeh nu come tu nestie!” Nymph snapped. It looked like while she was glad to have babbehs, she was essentially a single mom.
Erik smirked. Good. It’d make it easier to get rid of Piggy when the time came. He wouldn’t be missed. “Well, let me know if you need anything. I’ve got all the toys and stuff ready for them.” After seeing the size of the microfoal toys, he understood now why they weren’t sold to children. Those toys were a choking hazard. He now checked on Indigo. At least Violet was a more attentive father than Piggy.
“Indigo. How are your babbehs?” He asked.
Indigo beamed. “Daddeh! Babbehs am gun be smarties!” She said proudly.
Ah well. Erik had anticipated that, given the father was a unicorn and they had several unicorn foals. “Are they? Well, they’d better grow up big and strong.” He said. “They’ll need lots of miwk.”
Violet was puffed up proudly. “Am gunna make dem bestest smawties!” He said. “Get aww fud an toysies an mawes!”
Erik couldn’t wait for a bigger fluffy to put them in their place. “We’ll see how they grow up.”
“Nee toysies!” Indigo demanded.
“Indigo, they’re way too little for that.” Erik said. “They don’t even have their eyes open.”
Indigo paused at that. It seemed she had just been demanding for the sake of it.
Finally…Apple. He was still sulking over what happened. Well, too bad for him. “Apple. Butter is currently helping a foal who’s mummah couldn’t take care of him.” He said. “She loves this babbeh.” He lied. He knew Butter didn’t like Majesty at all for miwk stealing, but he wanted to make Apple feel guilty as possible. “She’s still hurt you killed the babbeh she loved after she became a mummah no more.”
Apple looked up, a frown on his muzzle. “Buh! Dat was ugwy babbeh!” He protested.
“It doesn’t matter. Butter needed a babbeh to care for and you took that away.” Erik doubted Apple would get it…it was ironic, given he thought Butter and Apple would be the happiest couple of the three. It was instead the smarty and the bitch mummah.
His checks done, he decided to mess with Piggy a bit. He put on a blue latex glove and reached his hand over the cage, pressing a pointer finger onto Piggy’s back. He slowly pressed down.
Piggy, feeling the pressure, began to squirm, his little leggies flailing. “O-owies!” He protested, unable to move his fat neck up to see what was pressing down on him.
Erik was careful with his force. Not enough to kill the thing, but enough for pain and pressure to build, and…
*PBBBBBLLLLTTTTT*
The wet sound was accompanied by a blast of light brown tinged with the blue gel of their food. It was…more liquid than Erik expected. He supposed that was why they only recommended the gel for litter trained micros. Gods, it was horrible. He pulled his hand back, knowing he’d have to throw the glove in the outside garbage.
“Piggy!” He gasped. “You know better than that! Poopies go in the litter box!” Honestly it was a miracle he got them in there regularly, given his size.
“Wha? Daddeh! Nu! Piggeh nu mean make bad poopies! Piggeh am gud fwuffy!” The fluffy tried to protest but found himself turned around. Even the fluffy gagged at the stench.
“No food for you until this mess is cleaned up!” Erik said, taking the nutrigel out. They should be fine for a night.
Piggy began to sob, trying to turn his face away from the poopies. “Speshul fwiend! Nee hewpies!” He implored Nymph.
Nyph turned her nose up at Piggy. “Nu! Nymp nee gud miwkies fo babbehs! Nu poopie miwkies!” She was clearly done with Piggy’s shit…literally and physically.
Erik left the room, smirking to himself as he heard Piggy continue to cry. It felt so damned good…