Sweet Fluffies

You cheerfully hum to yourself as you happily skip across the sidewalk. There aren't too many people walking around tonight. It's a brisk, beautiful moonlit night. It's cool but not too chilly. Yup, a perfect night for walking. You notice people deliberately going out of their way to avoid being anywhere near you, some even going out of their way to walk into the middle of the street to evade being close to you. They look at you like you're a monster or the Devil or something. It might have to do with your appearance. You're covered, drenched in fluffy blood and gore. after all, but you don't care. It's such a nice night out and who cares about haters anyways.

You stop for a moment to look around. What do you feel like doing tonight...? Hmmm... Maybe you'll take a couple stops at your favorite local Chinese restaurant? Or perhaps you'll go back to that Japanese place... with the delicious meat. Your mouth waters as you grin, your eyes roll back and you groan pleasurably as you reminisce about that succulent sweet taste... Yes your night won't end until you taste that piece of heaven again.

As you keep walking down the street, you notice a store around the corner, Fluffco, a moderately small petstore for fluffies and fluffy related things. This was where you bought most of your fluffy's toys, food, bedding, and other things for your fluffy pals. You remember also buying and rescuing some of your fluffy friends from this place, namely all your micro pals....

As you walk by, you see, in the corner of your eye, a horrific apparition. You turn in fear to see a bloody, shitty, freakish, monster with terrifyingly blank eyes staring rght you. It only took you a couple seconds to realize that you were staring a reflection of yourself on a window. Is this really you? What happened...? How did everything fall apart so fast? This is what fluffies did to you. You gotta clean yourself up. You don't look presentable. There's Fluffco in front of you, maybe you'll use the bathroom there to clean yourself off there. You decide to walk in through the opening glass doors.

As you enter the building you notice Anton working the register, and Lisa stocking things up on the shelves and aisles of the store. Anton is a fairly built, athletic looking young guy, but he's always a jerkface to you. He clearly doesn't care about his job at all. You remember how you would always look down on him because he doesn't care about fluffies nearly as much you do. Too busy being a meathead jock, really. How he ever got the job to work in that store instead of you is a wonder. Lisa, on the other hand, is a rather beautiful young redhead with amazing emerald eyes, the softest voice you've ever heard, and she's got a rather curvaceous body if you do say so yourself. That bitch, however, publicly shot you down the other day, much to the very evident amusement of that jockface douchebag, Anton. Yeah, that was one painful moment you'd rather forget. Just remembering it brings back the same feelings of humiliation...

"Welcome to Fluffco, How may I- HOLY JESUS!" Anton started saying unenthusiastically, not even looking at you at first , but recoils then freezes for a moment, his whole upper body snapping back from the recoil, as he finally sets eyes on the morbidly obese man in front of him that's covered in blood, with an unsettling blank stare, and over half his body soaked in blood. He yells out, "JESUS - FUCKING - CHRIST, GREG! What the fuck is up with you, man!? Did you fucking eat a kid, bro!?"

You stroll on by, completely ignoring the startled douchebag looking at you from behind the counter. Lisa looks over to see what the commotion is about, and she lets out a high pitched squeal at the sight of you. As you walk around the store, you notice a tank of micro fluffies for sale. You bend over to take a closer look at them. They look like delectable little gyoza dumplings... You keep bending over further to get an even closer inspection of them until your right cheek is pressed against the glass, and your hands rest on the tank for support. Mmmmmm... They'd make good dumplings. The micro fluffies notice you and begin frantically running around their nutri-gel tunnels to try to hide from the bloody lard monster pressing against their glass habitat.

"EEEEE!! Nu huwt fwuffy!!" One of them yells, as the fat gore-drenched horror in front of them smiles at them, as he smears a bit of blood  on the tank with his hands. "Fwuffy scaaawed!!"

You look at the little dumplings with gluttonous desire, you claw and scrape at the glass a little with your hands, spreading more blood across the tank. A sickening, twisted grin betraying your carnivorous intent for these creatures slowly spreads across your face.

"Mmmmm... Gyoza dumplings..." You groan pleasurably. You want to eat them so bad... "They look soo good..."

"G-Greg, Are you okay...?" Lisa speaks gently as she looks at you with discomfort. You ignore her for a few moments as you intently stare at your potential meal.

"I'm fine, Lisa." You finally say unemotionally. She doesn't really care about you anyways, "I just came in here to wash myself off in the bathroom"

"O-okay... umm... yeah... Greg, I think you need help..." She says, OBVIOUSLY faking concern for you as she speaks with her soft, breathy voice. She apprehensively keeps her distance from you. "You're umm... covered in blood... And.. I wasn't going to say anything... but you smell like shit, Greg... Umm..."

"Yeah, I got dirty rescuing a mare from... a pack of wild dogs. It was a really struggle, as you can obviously see. That's why I'm so bloody" you say bluntly.

"Um... Yeah...Greg you're scaring me..." Lisa looks at you uneasily.

"I just want to use the bathroom." A hint of aggression slips through your otherwise stoical monotone. You look at her with a cold, blank stare which makes Lisa flinch and bring her trembling arms up tight against her chest for protection, as your eyes look straight through her as she avoids eye contact with you. Wow, She looks so cute when she's scared. You turn your gaze away from her and get up slowly. You shouldn't be wasting your time like this...

"Hey! Greg, dude. What the fuck are you doing? Just- just get the fuck out of here, you fucking freak."

You hear an annoying voice of a certain familiar, ANNOYING douchebag behind you, but you ignore him and keep walking. "Didn't you fucking hear me bro!? I said get your fat, fucking, fluffy loving, useless ass out of this fucking store. I WON'T tell you again."

You feel a hand grip your shoulder strongly from behind. As you stop in your tracks you feel a certain emotion of rage building up inside of you, the same rage you felt with Cream and the others... Yes... These are bad people. They're assholes, pricks...

"HEY! FUCKER! I'm fucking talking to you! Don't you fucking ignore me, you piece of shit." You feel the back of Anton's hand slap your head from behind. "Didn't you hear me!? I'm about to kick your fucking ass, if you don't get up and - "

You suddenly turn around and let out an enraged howl worthy of a cornered beast, as you swing your arm out full force like a crazed gorilla. Anton is caught off guard and sent reeling backwards crashing onto the shelves in the aisle behind him. He was obviously not expecting that. You lose control as you bludgeon Anton's bloodied face with your heavy blubbery arms again.

"FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU ANTON!!! YOU FUCKING DOUCHE!!" You scream out, losing complete control.

Anton manages to shove you back, sending you stumbling backwards before you finally catch yourself. He wobbles on his feet, trying to regain his unstable sense of balance. His face is bleeding, and his nose is crooked.

"Wha-What the FUCK!? What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Anton cries out, holding his face, Lisa looks back at you with fear as she goes to check on Anton and hold him as he leans against her. Anton looks at you with shock and rage, "THAT'S IT! I'M FUCKING CALLING THE POLICE ON YOUR FAT LARD ASS. THIS ISN'T OVER, MOTHERFUCKER!"

You growl menacingly at the two of them before you run out of the store. They were both looking at you like you're some demon or unwelcome monster! Those judgmental PRICKS! You should do something about it, but Lisa already was dialing up her phone, most likely calling 911. You don't want to go to jail. Fuck them anyways, Anton was always a d-bag, and Lisa's a cunt anyways. You pout indignantly as you walk down the streets for a while, kicking whatever rock or refuse with your foot that happens to be in your path, when your stomach suddenly grumbles loudly. Oh no, your tummy is really cramping up, and you doubt that Anton and Lisa are going to be fine with you using the store bathroom after that incident. You start to run down the street desperately. You need to find a bathroom.

"Oh boy! It's coming! I can't hold it!" You scream in pained distress as you hear your bowls growling like a beast and feel your ass preparing for the oncoming onslaught.

As you keep running, blasting your way threw pedestrians blocking your way, the shit that's yearning to come out keeps pushing against the the dam that is your ass cheeks harder and harder. You can't remember the last time you've clenched so hard in your life. Your running posture becomes more strained, your upper body leans back as your hips push in forward, You desperately press your hands against your ass to keep your cheeks tightly closed, all in an effort to make full use of your gluts to stall the imminent flood waiting to happen. You can't make it to the next open store, you need to make an emergency stop, NOW.

You see an alleyway. That's your ticket! You run into the alleys and find a dark spot. You immediately squat down and desperately pull your pants down. You scream loudly as the dam that was holding back the torrent of shit is unleashed. It started rather quiet and not so violent as you'd first anticipated, but it picked up quickly. a loud, continuous "FFFPT!!" sound echoed throughout the alleyways as pressurized liquid fire escaped from your asshole. "Uuuuggh...! I think those little shits gave me food poisoning..." You groan pitifully as your ass is punished by the hot, steamy, volatile shit that flies out of it, defiling the walls and alley streets with your unusually rancid liquid feces. After you finally finish after what seems like minutes upon minutes of nonstop shitting you slowly get up. It smells awful in here... You notice a stack of papers by an alley door and decide to use them as toilet paper.

After doing a good enough job cleaning yourself, you notice a group of feral fluffies hiding from you under various boxes and piles of trash in the alleys. They must have been spooked by the sounds. Your curiosity is piqued. You go over to one of the fluffies you see hiding underneath one of the boxes in the alleys, kneeling down over it as you lift the box away.

"EEEE!! Nuuu! dun huwt fwuffeh and babbeh!" A crying, trembling orange fluffy with white fluff looks up at you, while holding a chirping tiny yellow foal with red fluff close to her body. "Pwease nu huwt fwuffeh and babbeh..."

You push over the fluffy and pick up her foal. She desperately  tries to reach for her baby, but you smack her hard with your free hand,  making her fall over, as you sit back on your knees. It's these motherfuckers that ruined. It's their fault that your life is hell right now.

"SCREE!!! MAAAMAAA!! MAAAMAAAA!!! -PEEP- BABBEH SCAAWED!! NU WET MUSTAH HOOMAN NUM BABBEH!!!" The terrified foal screeches as it squirms in your hand.

You grin sadistically at the foal as you move it closer to your slowly opening mouth.

"Dun huwt babbeh! Pwease, ish wastest babbeh!" The stupid mother cries helplessly as she looks at you with begging eyes.

" -PEEP- -PEEP- MAAMAA!! HEWP BABBEH!! HUU HUU!!!" The foal cries desperately as its head is now in your mouth. "Nuu Wan' beh nummeh!! -CHEEP- Nu wan' munstah hooman num babbeh!! -PEEP- Maamaaa!! -CHIRP- Babbeh Scaawe-"

You bite down hard with your molars. The foal instantly goes silent as you feel its skull give way to the power of your bite. A loud, audible crunch is heard as you chew down on its head. Its body twitches then goes limp as blood and gore is sprayed all over the place from your mouth as you chew down on the foal's now mushed up head. The mother screams and cries desperately for her now dead baby, but she keeps her distance from you. Strings and chunks of gore hang from your mouth and the foal's headless carcass as you hold the body over your mouth and squeeze the dead foal with a tight grip to squeeze out more blood from it. You chew and tear out pieces of its tender raw meat from its headless stump. Raw but still so good...

"Hey... What the hell is that guy doing!?"

"Eww! That guy is, like, oh my gaawwwd! He's soooo gross!"

"Haha! Ohhh man, You guys see that!? That dude took a massive, nasty shit over there, and he just fucking ripped the fuck out of that shitrat, mayn! Hahaha! This is one of the crazier shit I've seen all fucking day!"

"I think he's homeless, I wouldn't get near him..."

You look over and see near the alley exit are a group of people crowding around to see the spectacle in the alley. They are looking at you like you are some freak show in the circus... You feel shame, and outrage. You're not a fucking display for people's entertainment!

"What the fuck are you all looking at!? I'm a person with feelings, okay!? Just like the rest of you assholes, okay!? EVERYONE HAS THEIR BAD DAYS! FUCK OFF!!"

You scream with unbridled emotion as you squeeze out more blood from the foal carcass into your demanding mouth and all over your chin. They are looking down at you, judging you... They're judgmental motherfuckers. Like they're any better than you!

"You're all ASSHOLES! EVERY ONE OF YOU! FUCK YOU ALL!! STOP LOOKING AT ME!!" You scream with uncontrolled ferocity.

You bare your blood soaked teeth and hiss at them with savage hostility akin to a wild, rabid animal. Fluffy blood oozes out freely from your mouth like a waterfall as you hiss and growl with vicious intent, making everyone jump at the sight of you. Your eyes are so wide open that they practically bulge out of your eye sockets. You get up, still looking back at those motherfuckers staring at you. You stand still, with the dead foal in hand, before you finally start to walk out of the alley. You give one last hiss at the onlookers as they more than gladly move out of your way. You toss the dead foal over the shoulder, and you hear the mother run over to her baby.

"Huu huu... Wastest babbeh... habs Wowtest heawt huwtehs... Huu huu huu..." she cries desperately.

You shake your head. Why are you letting yourself get the blues over all this commotion? Tonight's a beautiful night and you should enjoy this walk to the fullest! You tuck in your arms and bring your elbows to your side and let them swing as you begin walking more energetically, with a skip to your step, and humming cheerfully. You then smell something... Yes... That pleasing aroma from that place... You lift your head up and being greedily snorting in that smell over and over. Your loud, pig like snorting makes all nearby onlookers clearly very uncomfortable and unnerved, even though your appearance alone is probably unnerving enough as it is. You're clearly an effective human repellant right now, judging by the empty circle that opens up around you as incoming pedestrians go out of their way to avoid contact with you you. You don't care, they're all haters anyways. All you care about is getting to that restaurant, and eating that delicious food again...

You find yourself standing in front of that familiar restaurant with the cute yellow fluffy mascot in its sign. You notice a sweet looking little Asian girl who's probably in her 20's standing in front of the entrance, and politely greeting passersby and any customer entering the store. She also seems to be selling t-shirts that display the yellow, happy fluffy mascot of the restaurant with the chef hat. You walk over to the restaurant entrance.

"Kon'nichiwa! Hello! Please try our foo-UGH! BLEH- AACH!" She started off cheerfully with a big smile at first, even cutely bowing at you with courteous enthusiasm, but she immediately tenses up with fright and disgust, gagging at the site and smell of you. She doubles over and covers her mouth and nose as your offensive odor overpowers her. She looks away, coughing. "-cough- ACH! Ugh.. U-um..."  She seems at a loss for words as tears fall from her tensed up face.

"My! Aren't you the most KAWAII little thing on the planet!" You say, smiling sweetly.

You then look down at yourself. Oh right... You're still filthy and covered in blood and shit... Great first impression you're leaving here...

"Hey lil' missy! How much money are one of those shirts? I would like to buy one." You ask earnestly, as you look back up at her.

"U-umm.. Twenty-five dollars..." She says, she looks at you with uncertainty and fear for a second before looking away. Her face is strained as she holds her nose.

"Alrighty then! Hold on..." You reach into your pockets then you pull out two ten dollar bills and a five dollar bill from your wallet and hold out the money for her to take. "Here ya go!"

She looks at the dollar bill, clearly uncertain about and afraid to take money from your hand, before she finally, and very cautiously reaches out with a trembling hand to take the bills from your hand. She then picks out a shirt, obviously of the largest size they have, and hands it to you without saying anything. You take off your shirt, put on the shirt she gives you,  which is a little small on your generous frame, then you toss your old shirt away. It lands near the Asian girl, and she squeals as she looks at the discarded shirt with wide eyes. She jumps away from the shirt like it was tainted with something evil that you shouldn't be near. She then looks back at you clearly afraid, with her arms tightly tucked in against her chest in a gesture of fright.

You smile at her sweetly and say, "Arrigatougouzaymashu, little lady!" She doesn't respond to you as she then nervously looks down at the ground, but you ignore that rude gesture.

You walk into the restaurant and look around. You are greeted by that familiar cheesy Asian music, and that savory smell... Still the same as before, a few customers here and there are sitting at the tables, and that same middle aged Asian man is standing behind the bar at the back of the restaurant taking an order from one of the patrons. You decide to make a quick stop to the bathroom. With the way your face is right now, you'd probably be kicked out.

You find the bathrooms by the rear corner of the restaurant and go in. The bathroom inside is moderately well kept. The white floors and walls are pretty clean and nice looking. You walk over to the sink and turn it on. Before you in the mirror is a miserable looking fat man staring back at you, with dried up blood caked down your mouth and chin. You spend the next few minutes meticulously washing out the blood from your face and neck. By the time you're done, you look pretty presentable, and thankfully, the shirt you're wearing right now is mostly black, so any bits of blood on most of your body won't show through. As you feel content with your cleaning job, you walk out the bathroom.

You briskly walk over to the bar in the back and take a seat on one of the stools. You look at the Asian chef standing behind the counter and you hail him.

"Hello, my good sir! I'm sorry for the abrupt departure earlier! I've come back to order some of your fine food from this fine establishment." You grin cheerily at the man.

"Hmmm..." The Japanese chef stares at you with an uncertain look as he closely inspects you. You feel paranoid that you might have not done such a good job cleaning yourself as he doesn't say anything for a while, while staring intently at you. He finally responds, "Okay. What you want order?"

"Hmmm... I think I'll go with a Teriyaki Special.... and what else do you have on menu? I'm feeling a little adventurous today, good sir." You say enthusiastically.

"Today, we also have Sea Sashimi Dynamo Roll, Sea Fin Udon Soup, Sea Super Tempura Special, Micro Gyoza Special Extraveganza, and Furai Special... We have menu fo' various refreshments as well, if you 'rike." He says with a serious tone.

You smack your lips as you decide what to order, "Hmmm... You know what? For today... Lets just go with Teriyaki, and... Furai Special, why not?" You finally say.

"Okay. Be there with your order soon." He says in his thick accent, as he goes back towards the kitchen. Angry screaming in Japanese fills the kitchen, "Guy is as stressed as ever I see..." You think to yourself.

You hear screeching and screaming, and then out of the kitchen runs out a familiar green fluffy. It's Minty... One of your pals that ran away from you...

"EEEE!! Hewp! Hewp! Minty nu wan be nummeh!!" He screams out, crying as he looks around desperately.

Angry screaming is heard as one of the chefs from the kitchen chase after Minty, a younger asian chef. He picks up Minty by his fluff, as he uselessly kicks and struggles in a vain effort to try to escape the grip of the man holding him. He sounds almost angry, but amused with Minty as he says something in Japanese. He walks back into the kitchen with the fluffy in hand. Throughout this whole incident, no one else bothered to look for more than a few seconds before going back to enjoying their food.

"Nu!! Pwease! Nu wan be nummehs! Huu huu!!" Tears flow from Minty's face as he keeps struggling pitifully. He lets out a blast of terror poopies as he's dragged back into the kitchen.

The young Japanese chef pauses to inspect the trail of shit that Minty, the screaming and crying fluffy, had left behind. He sighs and shakes his head, obviously displeased. You hear the chef start to speak in Japanese with almost playful mock displeasure and amazement to Minty.

"Wooow.... You left a big mess, you shitting rat!" is all you can translate before he starts laughing and saying a bunch of Japanese to his coworkers that you can't pick up with your subpar grasp of the Japanese  language. You hear laughter in the kitchen from the chefs, as Minty is pulled inside kicking and screaming desperately for someone to save him. Soon after, a petite Asian lady starts mopping up the poo left behind by Minty. You hear screeching and crying in the kitchen, before it abruptly ends. More shrieking and crying follows a couple times soon after, then sudden silence every time, aside from pots and pans clanking in the kitchen.

You hum, tapping your fingers on the bar impatiently, as you sit idly by waiting for your food to be ready. The delicious aroma of the restaurant doesn't help make the time go any faster.Each time, the chef comes out wit a dish, you look up eagerly, but are followed with disappointment as he passes the dish to another customer on the bar or have the waitress bring the dish to one of the waiting customers sitting in the tables behind you. You pout quietly as you listen to the background music, then let out a sigh.

"Your order ready" You hear, as the middle aged chef from before walks out of the kitchen looking at you.

You see the chef come back with two dishes, one in each hand, as he walks towards you. YES! You've been waiting too long for this moment! You raise your hands up in front of you with your fingers wiggling around excitedly as you are eager to grab and dig right into those dishes containing your much needed delicious sustenance. Your mouth drools in anticipation as you intensely stare at the delectable aromatic dishes placed in front of you.

The middle aged Asian chef looks at at you for a moment, then goes off to do other things behind the bar. You look down at your two plates. Mmmm.. They both smell sooo good... The strips of teriyaki are glazed with a perfect brown, almost gold color. Bits and pieces of sesame seeds are seasoned on top of the strips. The Furai special has a fried and battered, headless fluffy, with most of its stomach cut open. Inside of it, though, is clearly where the prize is. Melted cheese lies in the interior cavity of the fried fluffy, with a defluffed, fried and breaded foal resting inside. It looks so good...

You grab your chopsticks and eagerly dig into the Teriyaki strips, deciding to save the furai dish for last. You wolf down and tear at the perfectly tender and succulent pieces of meat like a crazed beast overcome with a gluttonous passion. You moan pleasurably as you take each perfect little strip of teriyaki-flavored nirvana into your mouth and let each savory piece unleash its heavenly juices into your drooling mouth. This is definitely better than the meat you cooked back at home. Bits and pieces of the meat falls out of your mouth as you chew with your mouth open. You notice people staring at you in disgust. You don't care how it looks when you're eating... you're enjoying your food too much.

After you finish your Teriyaki Special, you look at the Furai Special and eagerly fish around the plate. You want to save the best parts for last, namely the fried foal. You pull out bits of cheesy meat from the interior... It's so tender with a subtle hint of sweetness... and the cheese accentuates the flavor... Its soo good! You restrain yourself from just forcing your head into the dish of fried perfection. It's so delicious, but you should try to eat at least with a little class... Pieces of melted cheese fall down your mouth. Mmmm, Even the cheese is amazing. You finally look at the fried foal and eagerly reach in for the fried little piece of gold in the center. You recoil back in shock as you see the breaded thing twitch slightly.

"H-hu... hu... m-maammeh... why... munstah... hoo-hooman g-give... buwnie huwtie... to Bwoobewwy.. and... mammeh...?" The foal weakly speaks. It twitches slightly again, hardly able to move due to it's breaded predicament....

Its Blueberry one of your former pet foals...! and the fluffy he's stuffed inside must be... Twinkie, his mother... Blueberry was conscious when they fried him inside his mother... He must be so terrified... Poor thing. He smells so delicious though. It's best you put him out of his misery. You pick up the barely conscious foal with your chopsticks and fit him inside your mouth. You bite down on him to end his suffering. Mmmm... Mercy and compassion never have been so tasty... and crunchy! The stiff, very breakable, bready exterior gives the perfect contrast to the soft, juicy, tender, succulent interior. This is definitely one of the best meals you've ever had in your life. You eagerly tear into the rest of the cheesy meat of the mother. By the time you finish, your face and your shirt are covered in fried grease and teriyaki sauce. You're so full right now. Your ravenous hunger is satiated. You feel liberated.

You turn to the chef and ask, "Excuse me, but I must know, how do you make these dishes so tasty? I tried getting into the world of cooking fluffies, but I can't make my dish turn out nearly as well as yours do."

The chef looks at you and smiles, clearly flattered by your question, "Years of cooking experience and practice, also some trade secrets. You seem 'rike nice gentleman so I 'ret you know some trade secrets. It is important to always press colon or use suction tool to force out all feces from f'ruffy, otherwise everything get hit by feces when you work on them. You must beat f'ruffy right after shaving off their fur and f'ruff, then once again right after skinning them." He makes a downward swinging motion with his fist as he speaks about beating them. "This ensures their meat has the right amount of sweetness. " He looks at you, then continues, "Do not kill f'ruffy until right after you add spices and are ready to cook them. Cooking f'ruffy while alive also add different f'ravor for dish as well. Try both to see what taste best."

You think hard on the information the chef told you. "Ohh... No wonder my dishes didn't turn out as well..."

The chef nods at you then says, "Also very important to cook f'ruffy well. F'ruffy meat easily tainted, and can cause illness if not cooked properly."

You look down uncomfortably, and bite your lip for a second, as you remember the alleyway shit you took. No wonder...

"Wow, thank you for the information, my good sir. Anyways, I have to get going, umm..." You try remember whether the chef told you his name or not.

"Eiichi" The chef responds.

"Well Eiichi, it was nice knowing ya! I'll certainly be coming back to try some more of your delicious food!" You say optimistically.

You get up and pay the check, bidding Eiichi, your new Japanese pal, a good night, before heading out towards the exit. As you walk out to the street, you notice a feral golden yellow fluffy with orange fluff walking around, looking eagerly at passerbys who ignore her. She has four sleeping foals on her back; a black foal with red fluff; an especially puffy, fuzzy looking  blue foal with white fluff, a violet foal with darker purple fluff and a horn on its head, and a white foal with wings on her back. She looks at you, takes a few steps back as she is scared at first. She eventually approaches you cautiously and looks up at you with begging eyes.

"Nice Mistah be nyu daddeh fow fwuffy an' babbehs? We pwomise to gibs nice mistah wotsa hugs an' wubs!" She says, her eyes lighting up with hope.

You pause for a moment, then grin slightly. "Of course I'll be your new daddeh... What's your names?"

The golden fluffy looks up at you and smiles at you with the sweetest smile ever. "Yayy! Nyu daddeh fow babbehs an' fwuffy! Fwuffy hab nu name, fwuffy just fwuffy!"

"Hmmm... That's no good! You guys need names! You'll be... Goldilocks, your babies will be... let's see... The black one will be Blackie. The blue one will be Fluffles. the purple unicorn will be... Raspberry, and the white pegasus will be... Snow!"

"Yay! Wuvs nyu names! Daddeh bestest daddeh! Wubs new daddeh! Fwuffy habs nyu wawm home fow babbehs!" Goldilocks says cheerfully.

"Of course I'm the bestest daddeh, I always give everything for my fwuffy pals." You smile. "By the way, you'll have to wait till I clean up my house until I can get you guys inside... There's a bad meanie munstah inside, and I don't know what I'd ever do if I lost my newest fwuffy pals to the big bad meanie munstah..." You say with exaggerated sadness.

"EEE! M-mustah!? Scaaawy!" Goldilocks cries out, her face looking like tears are ready to start flowing.

"Don't you worry your fluffy head about it. Daddeh will take care of that meanie munstah, but you have to stay outside of daddeh's house until he does, like a good fluffy... kay?" You say with a sweet smile.

"O-okay... Gowdywocks be good fwuffy and wisten to nyu daddeh." She says looking at you with concerned eyes.

"Good girl..." You laugh a little. "Don't worry, your new daddeh will take great care of you! Just trust in your new daddeh, kay?"

"Weawwy!?" Goldilocks' eyes light up as she smiles at you.

"Of course! Now lets go home!" You say with  optimism in your voice.

"Okay! Wubs nyu daddeh! Gowdywocks awways be good fwuffy fow daddeh!" She says as you both walk down the street going home.

"Alright... We're nearly there!" You say cheerfully as you see your apartment complex coming up.

END OF SWEET FLUFFIES PART V

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