Published On: October 20, 2020
It was a hot October afternoon out with the sun shining down on a medium sized green house in an ordinary looking neighborhood. On this property sat a palapa in a backyard filled to the brim of every type of plant that could survive in such a hot environment. In the palapa that was now after years of use, lop sided and about to fall in on itself sat Chris. Chris was a man of thirty and was now living in his parents’ old home since they had moved to be closer to his younger sisters that were a few hours away. The time went by alright as Chris did his thing and worked on a novel, living off of the bit of money he had saved up from the few years of working. He usually sat in the palapa with the T.V. blaring some music as he sat at a white picnic table typing away at his laptop. The day always started with Chris getting up from the couch in the living room, grabbing an energy drink and then heading outside where his setup was. He would work on the novel he kept trying to finish but was always distracted with internet nonsense. On this Saturday morning while Chris was watering the plants, he went and opened the back gate that led to a small ditch and then a whole bunch of bush to haul a few bags of backyard debris out that way. He would then take them around the house to the side where the garbage bins were. Once the trash was taken out and the plants were all watered did Chris finally sit back down and put some music on so he could write. The music went on and Chris himself got into a bit of a flow as he started to write his novel with the words just pouring out of him until he heard a loud squeal. He stopped what he was doing and lowered the music as he turned around to find out where the noise was coming from as he twisted in the old rocking chair, he sat in. “EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” The sound went as Chris looked for the source. There was an abundance of plants and bushes with trees dotting here and there. Chris had a green thumb passed down to him from his mother and so Chris made sure that everything was kept alive. There were some rose bushes to the far end along the wall with some boganbillias, and that it seemed was where the noise was coming from. As Chris got off his chair and made his way past the maze of potted plants and to the corner, the squealing could only be heard getting louder. There on the dirt there seemed to be a bunch of limbs from the rose bush and the boganbillias scattered across the floor. With Chris following the scattered limbs he then found a two fluffies yelling and crying that they had stepped on said thorny branches. There was a tiny little blue earthie foal that was wiggling its back leg a bit as it had a nasty bit of thorny branch stuck to its soft little hoof. There was also a bigger blue earthie stallion that was at the edge of the scattered thorny limbs and was shouting for the foal to come to him. “Gud babbeh!! Cum tu daddeh!!” The blue stallion shouted at the tiny foal as it continued to kick its back right leg. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HUWTIES!! HUWTIES DADDEH!! HUUHUUHUUU!!!” The small thing yelled at the top of its lungs. Chris watching all this from a few feet away behind a giant cactus, it seemed he was invisible to the two fluffies. The stallion did a nervous dance as he looked at his foal in the middle of the thorny madness. He looked like he didn’t know what to do, and so he continued to call his foal to him. “Babbeh nee cum tu daddeh! Cum hewe babbeh!” The stallion pleaded. The foal was wailing and crying about the branch that was stuck to its hoof when it tried to limp forward towards its father. The foal only took two hops forward and then face planted into the branches on the floor. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” The little thing screamed as it now had thorns stuck to its underside. The little foal actually started to roll a bit and only served to get a few more thorns stuck to its little body. It only made its situation worse as it wailed for help, the stallion useless of course as he stood by dancing nervously on the sidelines watching it all go down. Chris felt it was time to step out from behind the cactus since he couldn’t take any more of the fluffies screaming. “SCREEE MUNSTUH!! WUN WAY BABBEH!!” The stallion screamed out wide eyed as it saw Chris’s form come from behind the giant cactus. The Stallion waddled away as fast as it could under a bush that was nearby as it yelled for its “gud babbeh” to follow it. The sight was pathetic and it made Chris massage his temples. Chris was probably an intimidating figure to a fluffy since he was six foot one and a giant in fluffy standards. He went and plucked the struggling screaming foal from the pile of thorns and put it in the pot the giant cactus grew from and then went to try and grab the blue stallion from under the bush. Chris got on his knees and then picked up the bush and lifted it as much as he could to see the underside. He was not prepared for what he saw. It was an entire family underneath. He was looking now at the blue stallion, a pink mare with a red and white foal on her back. The family coward together as they looked with their little terrified eyes at Chris reach for them. Lucky for Chris there were a few big planter pots nearby that weren’t being used at the moment so he made us of them. He grabbed the stallion first and threw it into a nearby pot. He reached for the mare but she gave him a little bite on the knuckle which prompted Chris to slap it across the face without thinking. The mare went to one side dropping her two foals from their perfect warm perch and sent them rolling across the floor. “Eeeeee!!” “Mummah!!” The two foals went as the fell across the floor. The mare was then snatched up by the fluff on her side and thrown into another empty pot. The mare went in with a hard thud, but Chris’s anger was now subsiding as he then scooped up the two foals from the floor. They wiggled in his grasped calling out for their mother. “Mummmmmahhhh!!!” The red foal yelled out with its head searching this way and that. “Eeeeee munstuh!! Mummah hewp babbeh!!” The little white foal wailed as it was getting ready to cry. He deposited the foals into two separate smaller pots and then crossed his arms as he looked at the family in their own pots, all of them crying and carrying on with their wailing. After a minute of standing there, he decided that he would keep them separated but first he had to go and close the gate since that was more than likely the cause for this intrusion. He made his way to the back dodging branches as he went along till, he finally came upon the back gate. It was wide open like his dumbass had left it, as he reached to close it, he heard some rustling going on the other side. He slowly poked his head around the corner of the gateway. In front of him were three more fluffies, two seemed to be stallions and then there was a mare. The first stallion was a dull yellow, the second a tired dull green, the mare was a light brown and all three were waddling around nervously. “Am hungies! Nee nummies fo gud babbehs huu!” The brown mare said loudly as she waddled in a small half circle. Chris retracted his head as he thought about what to do. There was three full grown fluffies and apparently the mare had some foals although Chris didn’t see any initially. He walked back to where the crying fluffy family were and picked up two crates that sat empty by the giant cactus and brought them to the open gate. He put down the black crate and held the red one in both hands as he prepared to jump out and snatch up hopefully all the damn feral bio toys that were out there. He took a breath and then jumped out and tried to bend down and catch the first fluffy he saw, instead he over stepped and ended up stepping on the dull green stallions’ backside. It all just caved in under Chris’s foot as its little eyes bugged out hard and had its mouth open in a silent scream. It all went to shit as Chris tried to right himself but only ended up slipping on the fluffy more, streaking red fluffy juice on the ground. “Munstuh!! Wun way!!” The dark yellow stallion screamed out as he struggled to waddle in the opposite direction. Nuuu!! Munstuh am bad fo babbehs!! Mummah wun!!” The light mare yelled as she too tried to turn her girth around to waddle away. Sadly, the fluffies were pathetically slow and it didn’t take much for Chris to correct himself and snatch up the two escaping fluffs. He threw the yellow stallion into the crate as it hit the bottom face first. He then grabbed the brown mare and as he yanked her up by the back leg, Chris saw a few little fluff balls fall down onto the dirt. He dropped the mare on top of the yellow stallion and let them figure out how to right themselves. Chris was now leaning over looking at the foals that had dropped from the mares’ fluff. They seemed to be all around the same color, some type of shade of brown. There were three of them in all, two earthies and one being a wingie fluff. They tried their best to move around on shaky legs as the picked themselves off the floor, it didn’t take them long to start panicking. “Chirp chirp chirp!” A brown earthie called out as it looked around for its mother. “Peep!!” The wingie foal let out as it sniffed the air for any hint of where its mother might be. The third brown foal just balled up on the floor and was crying to itself. Chris only picked them up and looked them once over and could see that the foals were taken care of despite being brown, he guessed since the mother was also a brown fluffy. All the fluffies went into the crate and then brought into the backyard as he closed the gate this time. He separated the stallion and the mare into different crates and then grabbed the foals and threw them into on the grass. They peeped as they fell onto the soft grass, Chris sat on a lawn chair and stared at the three brown foals waddled around calling out for their mother the only way they knew how. He sat there in the chair with his eyes closed listening to the fluffies cry out. The sound was so annoying to him and now that he thought about it, the sounds seemed almost repulsive. He gripped the arms of the chair until his knuckled were white as the sounds only seemed to get louder. He had gone most of his time avoiding these damn bio toys since he mostly stayed indoors and when he went out, he usually just side stepped any feral begging for food, never giving them the time of day. It had been a few years since the whole fluffy thing exploded into the mainstream and now, they were just another pest released into the wild world. He turned and looked at the palapa and saw his laptop out and thought about finishing what he was doing but then the sounds of the wailing fluffies came back into his ear and he clenched his teeth. He knew what he should do and it was clear to him now. Chris stood up, went to fetch the crates of the mare and stallion. He deposited the foals with the yellow stallion as he brought them all over to the palapa. He put the two crates in the middle on a small coffee table that sat in the middle of the area. He decided that he was going to leave the other fluffies in their planters for a bit while he figured something out with the ones he had currently. He looked out at the sky and could feel a nice little breeze make its way through; he then had an idea. He would decorate his place, with it being October and all he thought it was the perfect time to put up some Halloween stuff. He had a box or two filled with some decorations for the spooky season and so he set out to fish them out. With the whole pandemic that was going around Chris was sure that there wasn’t really going to any sort of Halloween celebrations, but he was determined to decorate regardless since October was his favorite time of the year. He made his way into the house leaving the fluffies in their crates to cry and made his way to the garage. Once he was passed the kitchen and in the garage itself, he looked through the mess of things for the box marked “Halloween”. “There we go!” He said out loud as he located what he was looking for. The box was under many others things so it took him a little while to fully dig it out but in the end he was victorious. He hauled the big box out to the living room and took out his trusty pocket knife to cut the tape off. He looked at the glorious contents and picked up a medium sized metal pumpkin and let the memories flood back of previous Halloweens and the bullshit he’s be up to. He went about setting most of the contents on the floor and then went out back to fetch the fluffies. In the palapa he stacked the two crates and brought them inside to the living room where he set them down. “Huuhuu, babbehs!! Cum tu mummah!!” The mare called out as she could see the foals in the other crate trying to avoid being stepped on by the nervous yellow stallion. “Chirp chirp peep!!” The foals called out as they did their best to not get trampled by the stallion that was moving around. “Huuu! Nu wike sowwy box!! Wet gud fwuffeh out!!” The stallion wailed as he looked around for a way out through the holes in the crate. Chris only got out a few small candles and the rest of the metal pumpkin set which were three in all. He went over to the coffee table in the middle of the living room where his speaker was and turned it on so he could put a song on his phone. Once he had a good song going, he went about lighting the candles for the metal pumpkins. He figured he could use some atmosphere to get into the mood. He placed a candle in each pumpkin and sat back on the floor as he looked at them glow. It was always a pleasant sight to see some jack o lanterns lit up for Chris, the memories already flooding in. He remembered when he was young, his friends and him would go around raising hell and getting drunk. The sounds of the crying fluffies brought him back from his nostalgia trip. He smiled as he then reached over and dumped the crate with the stallion and foals onto the living room floor. Right away the stallion got up and started to waddle away from him leaving the foals on their sides wiggling around. “WUN WAY!! NU WAN BE NUMMIES FO MUNSTUH HUUUU!!!” The stallion cried out as it tried to get under one of the couches but ended up getting stuck halfway through. Chris only chuckled and turned his attention to the three foals now all wobbly trying to go to the crate their mother wad calling them from. “Cum tu mummah gud babbehs!! Mummah am hewe!!” The mare called to her foals as they were getting closer. The foals were already at the side of the crate poking their little heads through the holes in the crate as their mother tried to lick them and pull them through the holes. She yanked on their little heads one by one as they chirped in pain and tried to get free of her grasp, she eventually stopped as their pain was now clear to her. “CHIRP CHIRP!!” The one brown earthie let out as it wiggled its head back and forth. The other two were now on their rumps crying with their little front hooves at their faces. The sight only served to light a fire in him. “You like your foals? Which one is the bestest? Which one is the poopie babbeh? Which one is the dancie babbeh??” Chris asked the mare as he moved the crate so she could look at him. “Huuu, aww mummahs babbehs am bestest babbehs! Wan babbehs! Babbehs nee mummah!!” The mare yelled as she cowered from Chris’s hard gaze. “You like all of em huh? Ok we’ll see about that”. He then grabbed the light brown wingie foal by its little wing pinching it tight. The small bio toy chirped in pain as it was brought upwards. “Nu!! Nu huwt gud wingie babbeh!! Babbeh nee wingies fo fwying!!” The mare pleaded. Chirs lifted the top on the first metal jack o lantern and dropped the wingie foal into it. He then grabbed the other two brown earthie foals and dropped them into their own pumpkin. They all tried as best to keep away from the flame in the middle of the pumpkin but could only get so far until they were met with a metal wall. They could go no further, their confinement only adding to their fear. Chris grabbed the mare’s crate and placed it in front of the jack o lanterns and let her watch for a bit. “Hewp fwuffeh!! Am stuckies!! Hewp!! Huuuhuuu!!” The yellow stallion could be heard crying and struggling to free himself from under the couch. Chris looked back at the stallion as it wiggled its rump trying to get out. He just flipped his knife open and crawled over to the stallion’s rump and gave it a few light pokes here and there. “SCREEEEEEE!!! HUWTIES!! NUUUUUU!!!”. The stallion struggled even harder but was too fat so there he remained with a bit of blood leaking from his backside. Satisfied with himself he went back to kneel by the mare in her crate. She was now trying to reach out for her foals through the crate holes and had snot running down her face as she continued to cry. “Babbehs nuu!! Babbehs am scawdies, nee mummah!!! Wet mummah gu!!” she pleaded. “You need to make one bestest, one dancie and one poopie babbeh. I’ll give them to you before they get hurt if you do that” He told the mare calmly as he moved the crate closer to the foal’s pumpkins. “Bu bu….”. “No buts, you need to pick now” He said more sternly. The foals were now in full panic mode as the heat inside the metal jack o lantern was steadily rising. They clambered at the pumpkins mouth and tried to get out but the teeth only held them in. Chris decided to make it easier for the mare so he put the first brown wingie foal’s pumpkin in front of the mare’s crate. It held its little hoof out of the pumpkins mouth, reaching out for its mother in desperation. “CHIIIRP!!” It cried out as it struggled to get away from the heat inside. Chris lit another candle and set it inside with the wingie foal doubling the heat. “CHIRP CHIIRP!!” The little thing went as it struggled even harder. “Better choose before your foal gets burned” Chris told the mare in a sing song tone. “Nuuu!! Babbeh!! Dat… dat am bestest babbehh!!! Wet babbeh gu pweeees!!” The mare begged as she also reached out for her foal with tears rolling down her small face. He blew out the candles in the wingie foals pumpkin and moved the first brown earthie foal’s jack o lantern in front of the mare as it moved around the candle looking for a way out. “Now is this a dancie babbeh?” Chris asked the feral mare, sick at the thought of talking like these damn things. *SNIFF SNIFF “Babbeh……babbeh am…….dat am dancie babbeh….Huuuu!” The mare said sadly as she watched he foal waddle around helplessly. “Ok, now make it dance then. I wanna see it dance”. “Bu bu babbeh nu knu how tu dancie?!” The mare said a bit panicked. “Not my problem, make it dance or I’ll do it for you” He told the mare a bit angrily. The mare seemed to understand since she started calling out to the foal for its attention. “Babbeh! Cum tu mummah an an make gud dancies! Pwees make gud dancies fo mummah huuu!!” The mare pleaded her foal. The foal heard its mother calling out to it and waddled to the pumpkins face and started to reach out for her. It tried to get its little head through but couldn’t so it fell back close to the candle and eeped in fright. The thing was on its rump crying with it head tossed back as its mother fought for its attention again. “Wook babbeh!! Dancies!! Dancies wike mummah!! Make gud dancies fo mummah babbeh!!” The mare told it as she did a dance for the foal to see. The foal stopped its crying for a bit and watched its mummah do her frantic dance on her hind legs as she moved her front hooves about. She tipped toed trying to dance and balance as best as possible before falling back. She got up and did her dance again until it looked like the foal was getting the idea. Sniffling the foal got managed after two tries to get on his hind legs and wave his front hooves a bit. It fell down again but its mother encouraged it to continue. “Dancies babbeh!! Make gud dancies fo mummah pwees!”. The foal got back up and did better dance this time managing to actually stay up longer. Chris nodded and blew out the candle in there with the earthie foal. The foal started to peep in terror of the dark as Chris scooted the jack o lantern aside to make way for the last one. When the last brown earthie foal was in front of the crying mare it looked like it was scratching at the back wall of the pumpkin as if it was trying to dig itself out. “Wet babbehs guuu!!! Dey nee mummah!! Babbehs nee miwkies an wub!! Huuu!!” She begged Chris but he still had one more thing in store for the mare to learn. “No, now whats this one? Is it a poopie babbeh?” He asked the mare. The mare stopped sniffling and looked at him and shook her head. “Nu! Aww mummah babbehs am gud bestest babbehs!!”. “No, that one is the bestest, that one is a dancie babbeh, and this one must be the poopie babbeh. Doesn’t have anything else to be except that, so might as well get used to calling it that.” Chris told the mare as he shook her crate a bit. “Now call it a poopie babbeh or Imma hurt all the babbehs”. The mare stayed still staring at her last foal try to dig its way out the back wall when Chris decided to speed things up a bit. This time he went and lit two extra candles, depositing them into the last foal’s pumpkin. This really lit a fire under the foal’s ass as it had barley any room to move around now. The temperature was surely rising at a higher rate this time around. The peeped and chirped like crazy as it now touched its side into the hot wax surrounding the wick. Its little side was matted down with hot wax and it flailed on its side kicking its little legs. “Better hurry” He told the mare sitting cross legged on the floor next to all the comotion. “Poo….poopie……POOPIE BABBEH!! HUUU!! POOPIE BABBEH!! PWEES WET BABBEH GU!!” The mare pleaded as she repeated the word over and over at the little brown foal. The foal was too busy freaking out about getting burnt by the wax to notice its mothers calling it such a name so Chris went and blew out the candles now satisfied. He went at dumped each foal on the hard tile floor and let them wiggle in pain. The mare shouted for her foals but before he was to give them to her he was going to explain something to her. “This one here is the bestest so it gets all the love no matter what ok?” He told the mare in her crate as he held the wingie foal in his palm in front of the crate. He dropped the foal on top of the mare’s fluff and watched it roll off to the floor of the crate. “This one is a dancie babbeh, and will have to dance for everything. This includes milk, hugs, fluffpile, and especially love in general.” He told the mare holding now the brown dancie foal in his palm before also dropping it in the crate with its mother. He then grabbed the last brown foal that he saw now that he looked at it was the darkest out of the three. “Now this, this is the poopie babbeh. It won’t get any hugs, love or fluffpile. It will only get fed so that it doesn’t die, besides that just keep this one away from the other babbehs ok” He finished telling the mare as he then left the foal outside the crate. He knew that the mare hadn’t registered all the rules but he was going to help her out since he now decided to keep these fluffies around for a little while since it now seemed like something he was going to want to do. The mare was busy hugging the wingie foal as the dancie foal was looking up sitting down with its hooves out asking for a hug. Chris let them be before continuing with the day’s lessons. He made his way to the couch were the yellow stallion was still stuck kicking his back legs as he sobbed uncontrollably. The blood was still fresh on his back side, the wounds dotting the flesh. The stallion heard you get close behind it and started to freak out even more as he tried again to get himself through the gap. Chris grabbed the stallions little fluffy tail and backed away a bit as the stallion started to wet itself. “Huuhuuhuuu nuuuuu!!! Nu num gud fwuffeh huuu!!!” The yellow thing begged as it cried harder this time. He went back side stepping the urine and grabbed the stallion’s tail again and gave it a tug. This time the stallion shat itself a little, the liquid shit pouring down onto the tile. Chris then grabbed his knife and stretched out the tail to put the blade right at its base. He slid the knife down slowly severing the fluffies tail altogether. “SCREEEEEEEEE!!! NUUUUU!!! PWETTY TAIW!! SCREEEEEEE!!!”. The stallion screamed itself until it began again to try and get away, scooting its back hooves on the tile uselessly. Chris had enough of these shenanigans and stood up to go the kitchen and grab his rolled cigarette he usually had waiting for him up on the kitchen table. He always made sure to roll one and have it ready for the morning as it was his daily ritual. He grabbed the lighter from the kitchen drawer nearby and lit the thing up. He took a moment to take a drag or two before making his way back to the living room now feeling the nicotine rush a bit. He ignored the mare in her crate and the brown foal begging to be let in as it chirped for love. He went right over to the stuck stallion and then ashed his cigarette on its back fluff. He got closer as he bent over with the lit cig and the slower brought it to the stallion’s yellow back fluff. The stallion was still kicking to get away as it wailed about its tail pain. The fluff started to slowly burn away before lighting up a bit. Eventually the cigarette made its way past the fluff and onto the skin but Chris kept it hovering right above the flesh. “SCREEEE!! BUWNIES BUWNIES!! HUWTIES!!” The stallion screamed as it felt the intense burn from the lit cigarette on its sensitive flesh. He decided he needed to do a bit more so he grabbed one of the stallions back leg and turned the cigarette off on the bottom of its hoof. He did the same to the other hoof, the stallion was wailing like never before at this new development. He took his light and burned the side of the stallion’s leg and thighs a bit making sure to really make it raw. The stallion was beside himself and had stopped struggling as he now just lay there crying with his back legs quivering every now and again. He yanked out the stallion by one of his burnt-up legs and let him roll to the other side of the living room. The stallion tried to stand up but only fell back down as his backside was to battered up. Chris sat on his recliner in front of the fluffies trying to figure where to put them. He didn’t want to really fix up one of the rooms or closets since it he would have to move a bunch of stuff out so he settled on the garage. It was hot in there but the fluffies would learn to love it he thought to himself. “Ok, let’s do this!” Chris said as he stood up and clapped his hands together. He left the fluffies in the living room knowing they wouldn’t get anywhere really with the mare being in the crate and the stallion unable to waddle around. He had brought the speaker with him into the garage and but some good ol grindcore on as he then set to work on making an area to the fluffies. The day went fast as one hour turned into a few and by the time Chris sat back on the floor of the garage he looked around at his handy work. All the boxes were now piled up on either side leaving a giant open square in the middle of the garage. He had found a roll of chicken wire amongst the piles of junk and decided to make the fence for the pen area. After some DIY effort and some good ol elbow grease was the chicken wire now a surrounding fence. He made sure that the structure couldn’t be pushed down by a fluffy so he gave it a test. Now he just needed something for a litter box and some fluffy food and he was in business. He made his way back to the living room to find the fluffies a little calmer. The yellow stallion was lay next to the leg of the coffee table with his head down. The mare was curled around her two foals in the crate with her as she stared sadly at the little brown foal outside still begging to be let in. The little brown now poopie babbeh was still chirping and nudging the crate to try and be with its siblings and mother. The yellow stallion hid its head under its front hooves as it caught sight of Chris and started to tremble murmuring to itself in fright. The mare only curled even tighter around the two foals she had. He wasted no time in throwing the yellow stallion into the crate like a free throw and dumped the brown begging foal in there as well. The music was still blaring in the garage when he brought the fluffies inside. The music only frightened the fluffies as they all screamed and cried in unison. He went to the pen area and dumped the fluffies inside. They fell hard and he was worried he had really messed up one of the foals but they all went to their crying out as they got out of their daze. The pen needed some more stuff but he had to go out on a little excursion so he went to go and grab his keys and his phone until he came up on the box of Halloween decorations. He smiled when he saw the strobe light just sitting there on its side. He picked it up and went to the garage to set it up facing the fluffy pen. He paired the speaker to the laptop on the kitchen table and set the volume on high as the gore growls blared out and caressed the fluffies ears. He turned around, turned off the lights and left the fluffies screaming in terror in their little chunk of hell as he closed the door on them. Chris laughed to himself as he exited the front door locking it behind him as he could only think that the fluffies time of fright and terror were only just beginning.