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Fluffy Springs Saga
Chapter 31

Sunday, December 19

The cold times came upon the fluffies of Fluffy Springs. The loss of Snow's friend Bubble and Bubble's mother Meadow had been hard on the herd, as both were well loved. The gray skies mirrored the sadness in the hearts of all the little fluffy biotoys much longer than would have been for a normal herd of ferals. But then again, the fluffies of Fluffy Springs weren't feral in the sense that most would know it. That just made the sadness linger.

Snow had overheard Sky talking with Oak several bright times before, discussing the bad luck the herd seemed to have lately. He hoped that they were spared any new accidents during the falling snows, and happily, the fluffies hadn't suffered any other deaths since the two mares. With a well-stocked barn of grains, grasses, dried fruits and berries, the fluffies settled in to endure the coldness that grew outside and inside themselves. Loss was just a part of fluffy life but it was never easy. Little trips down to the village provided some fresh nummies now that the hard white sky water covered so much, and that helped raise spirits some.

The warmth of the springs kept the snows away from most of the land around their little pocket of mountain meadows. With little to do, stories were told back and forth. Little snow games were on tap as well. Snow learned a lot of new games, and heard tales of Skettiland, as told by the humans down in the little mountain town. Snow made other friends and learned to play with a light heart, but nothing much like the companionship she had found in the little pink fluffy. It hurt, but fluffies seemed made to suffer.

Late in the morning, however, became a much joyous occasion. Every fluffy was busily talking and babbling, more than normal, which confused Snow. So she sought out the fluffy she had come to realize knew every bit of gossip out there.

Maple.

With the foals all grown up, the nanny fluffy spent more time talking than anything Snow had ever seen in her life. She found Maple in the middle of a group of mares. She joined the circle, a little behind a bright blue mare with a pink mane named Toy. Snow had asked once why she was named that and so Toy invited her to come along on a little group trip down to the human village to get some extra nummies one bright time. She was shown to Toy's namesake, which was a little row of shelves of balls, blocks, and all kinds of toys, but made for human not fluffy hands. One row of blue, one row of pink. Toy laughed and had told the story of herself that every chance she got as a foal she would run down here and just look at all the toys, which is how she got her name.

NEBAH WANTED TO GET ANY TOYS, Toy had said, ONWY WANTED TO WOOK. SEE WHAT WAS NEW. AN' DATS HOW TOY AM NAMED TOY.

Not really relevant to anything, but you should know. For no particular reason. Especially for anything in Chapter 32.

Maple and the gossiping group spent quite a while babbling about who was gaining weight, which of the yearlings were eyeing the others, who was going gray, and what the old stallions were doing in their spare time and the disapproval of those same activities. During a lull, after a hearty laugh at the retold antics of one of the special friend’s attempts to shake all the snow out of a particular favorite bush, Snow brought up the activity that had grabbed everybody's attention.

MAPEW, Snow said, with the gaggle turning towards her, WHAT AM GOIN' ON TODAY? WHY EVEWY FWUFFY SO 'CITED?

Maple's eyes grew wide with the realization that she was going to be able to talk a lot. Her favorite.

WEWW! SNOW WOULDN'T KNOW, DAT'S RIGHT! TODAY AM GOOD DAY. WIF DA COLD TIMES HERE, THE HEWD DON'T NEED MUCH WOOKING FOW BAD FWUFFIES. COLD WIWW COME UP AND GIB DUMMEH FWUFFIES FOWEBAH SWEEPIES. YUP, MAKE DEM ALL SOWID AND FWOZEN.

Maple's circle of cackling companions joined in.

OH, YES.

QUITE SO.

FWUFFY FWOZEN. YUP.

Maple hushed them then continued. SO, IF NO BAD FWUFFIES AM OUT AN' 'BOUT, DEN FWUFFY SPRINGS HEWD ABOUT TO GET BIGGEW BECAUSE AWW DA BWOWNS AM COMING HOME!

Snow tilted her head. BUT... BWOWNS? WHAT AM SPESHUH 'BOUT DEM?

Maple, proudly shaking her brown fluff and mane grinned. WEWW, BWOWNS AM BIGGEW DEN MOST FWUFFIES. AN BWOWN FWUFFIES AM GOOD AT PWAYING HIDE FWOM DA MONSTERS.

OH, YES.

QUITE SO.

FWUFFY FWOZEN. YUP. AN' GOOD AT HIDEY. YUP.

Maple nodded at her backups. BWOWN FOAL AM GOOD FOW HEWD. MEANS WE GET 'NOTHAH WEGGIE FOW SUWE. MAYBE EBEN GET A WINGIE. OR A SEE PWACE FWUFFY.

Snow recognized the words, but not the context. Maple spent the next forever explaining the ins and outs of the system the herd had for brown fluffies. Once accepted into the herd, almost every brown fluffy became part of the Browns. The occasional pregnant mare would be pulled off duty while raising her foal, or someone like Maple to do some other job they were better suited for, but every brown stallion was put under the brown leader, currently Oak, and other high level browns for training. Much like the small training that she and the other watching fluffies had received.

Every brown started out as a "Leggie" fluffy, where they would run back and forth where the other fluffies were guarding. Once they had enough leg work to build up muscle, stamina, and callouses, then they could get promoted, if they were good enough. Those who were able to hide extra well became "Eye" fluffies, where they would watch out over the long black rocks and other ways into the herd's area. They also stood lookout for flappy monsters and other things that wanted to eat a fluffy. Then, when a danger was found or they needed to send a message, the brown fluffies that could run faster than others became "Wingies", fluffies who would fly ...

JUS' WIKE FWAPPY MUNSTAHS!

NO, NOT WIKE FLAPPY MONSTERS! Maple corrected one of the group. FWUFFIES NO CAN FLY!

...between other brown outposts. Thus, the herd was kept safe from outside monsters and bad fluffies.

Snow listened in silence, which was the best way to have a conversation according to Maple, and understood most of it. Then she thought back to her travels from Tennat City and wondered just how long the fluffies at Fluffy Springs had known she was coming.

Between you and me, they knew of her the moment she got more than a normal feral's typical distance from the city limits. But useless trivia again. Not even useful for Chapter 32.

SO DEN, Maple continued, AT THE COWD TIMES, AWW DA WEGGIES, WINGIES, AND SEE PLACE FLUFFIES COME BACK TO FWUFFY SPWINGS. AM HAPPY TIME BECAUSE AWW MY OWD BABBEHS COME BACK HOME! WE HAVE HAPPY HEARTS UNTIW DEY HAVE TO GO BACK TO BEING BWOWN FWUFFIES.

OH, YES.

QUITE SO.

GOOD AT HIDEY. YUP. HAPPY TIMES. YUP.

Maple looked at the fluffy that was perpetually behind, a little orange fluffy with a blue mane. HUSH, TIMES! Maple scolded, and the orange fluffy tucked her tail and her ears drooped.

SOWWY, MAPEW. FWUFFY KNOW TIMES AM JUS' BEHIND A WITTAH.

OH, YES.

QUITE SO.

HMMF, Maple snorted. ANYWAY, SNOW. AM KNOW NOW WHY HAPPY?

Snow nodded, and said HEWD SEE AWW FWUFFIES.

Maple grinned and pointed a hoof. WOOKS WIKE DEY HERE, AN' YOUW SPESHUL FWIEND ACOWN TOO!

Snow would have blushed if she could, and sputtered out, SNOW NO HAB SPESHUH FWIEND. ACOWN AM, JUST FWIEND.

At this, the little mare maru all giggled in unison, and Maple spoke, OKAY, OKAY. ACOWN AM JUST FRIEND.

Snow walked away towards the incoming brown fluffies, with Acorn greeting her in a nervous way, and trying his best not to look at her. Maple said under her breath, FOW NOW. SIWWY FWUFFIES. MAPLE SEE DA FOWESHADOWIN'.

OH, YES.

QUITE SO.

YUP. SPESHUH FWIEND, ACOWN. HMM. GOOD FWIEND. POWEWFUW JEDI. MMM, YES.

The little group broke up to greet friends and family who had come home to the springs.

Comments

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Anonymous1: Stop being such a cock tease and release chapter 32 already! There's enough Chekov's guns to conquer France!
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Anonymous2: I myself have no reason for anticipating Chapter 32, since I have heard nothing about it and thus I’m pretty sure there’s nothing special about that chapter.
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Fluffy_Angst: One of the fluffies turned into Yoda!

And it’s always a treat to read your stuff. I’ll stop kissing your ass now. Can’t wait for chapter 32
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PencilWingie: The apples and toys have nothing to do with Chapter 32. It’s just my odd way of writing sometimes that I need to explain. Seriously. They play no part in Chapter 32.

The Jedi joke is something an engineer left in the language programming for fun. It rarely activates. Had to explain my weird urges somehow.
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Anonymous3: I'm completely invested in this but the 4th wall breaks / meta really throws it off for me. The story has strong enough legs to stand on its own. Maintain the fiction. You don't have to convince me how clever you are.
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PencilWingie: Heh. I do that because it amuses me, nothing more.
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Anonymous4(2): I really don’t mind the 4th wall jokes as long as they’re funny, and these have been.

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PeanutButterJellenheimer: Who the hell is the "quite so" fluffy? Is that even something they can say?
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PencilWingie: @PeanutButterJellenheimer: Oh, that fluffy! Did I not mention that? That was just Picawd, one of Maples friends. She's red with a black mane. Spent a lot of time on Saturday afternoons down in Harvey Springs in the community center when she was a foal. The area's sci-fi club liked pulling up ancient shows and binge watching them.
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Anonymous5: Re: 4th wall breaks: I'm not reading the story to find out what YOU, the author, think about anything. I'm in it to find out what Snow Apple and Sky do next. You understand they don't just exist in your head anymore. You've done a good enough job creating the world where they have presence in my sphere, too, and your omniscient omnipresence is intrusive. If you wanted to create a human or fluffy narrator IN that world, make a framework structure that would make this a retelling, then you can drop asides in the narrator's voice that would keep the world intact and not PULL ME kicking and screaming away from the Fluffy Springs Saga universe and into this one, an ugly website where sociopathic reprobates fantasize about virtual basement animal-torture, a Grand Guignol of infanticide by proxy. Leave the meta to Vonnegut.
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PencilWingie: @Anonymous: Thank you for the input, but I will tell my story the way I want and see fit. It's entertainment, but mine. If that includes breaking the 4th wall seven different ways past Sunday, then prepare for the peppermint twist up the nearest poop chute of any feral wandering around.

And that includes Chapter 32.
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PencilWingie: I’m sorry. That was harsh. My apologies. I’m sorry you don’t like the way I’m writing things.

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Pawn: @PencilWingie: how could you even apologize for that, it was beautifully said. beside, hes anon, nothing he says matters here ;)
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PencilWingie: @Pawn: I unlock to get unabashedly frank comments. It's a legit criticism, as it is jarring and ejecting, so I shouldn't dismiss it.

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Pawn: @PencilWingie: Good character to take criticism in stride! Smart to use it as a chance to always improve.