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(r/FluffyCommunity) Will ou twake cawe of Babbeh?(Hugbox) (Fluffy x Human Reader)
Chapter summary: after another long day at work, you walk home. While you do so, you hear a pet shop owner throw away an animal that has not been sold.
I don’t know how many people are aware of this subreddit, so I’ll give you a basic rundown. Fluffies are these tiny ponies (based on MLP ponies, unicorns and pegasi). the most common size seems to be around guinea pig to rabbit-sized and they’re super round and fluffy and come in many wild colours. They speak this weird baby language so think about how hard it is for me to write this damn stuff out.
The community is split into 4 sections: abuse, hugbox, smarty abuse & sadbox. There’s only one I can truly enjoy, and that’s hugbox, which is about non-suffering fluffies. the purest part of hugbox is art pieces depicting people loving and caring for their fluffy.
I first came across this subreddit through a YouTuber called The Click. Someone here has written fanfiction about him and Satan (bc he’s just that cursed). So please check him out if you kind of like cursed subreddit stuff (r/NoahGetTheBoat, r/TiHi, r/GachaLifeCringe etc.), he’s a small creator and could really do with a few more subscribers.
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F/O/C = Fluffy of Choice (unicorn, pony, pegasus)
C/C = Coat Colour (main colour)
M/C = Markings Colour (If your fluffy has markings. Most are just solid colours)
M/T/C = Mane & Tail Colour
F/N = Fluffy Name
Rain fell all around me as I looked down at the dark sidewalk. Everything around me was dark as I plodded under the pale light of the moon and the scattered streetlights.
The atmosphere was a perfect representation of my mood. Work had been awful; my boss wouldn’t stop complaining about everything I did, so I furiously slammed my resignation letter on his desk and yelled ‘I QUIT!’. And although it delighted me knowing I wouldn’t have to face him tomorrow, I needed that job to pay for my rent and to help my mum pay for her hospital bills.
I rubbed my arms as the wind picked up. I passed a pet shop, spotting some tabby kittens and puppies curled up in the window. I walked up to the window, placing my numb hand on the window. I smiled sadly to myself; they looked so cosy.
I started back on my way, before hearing a thud and a splash from the alleyway up ahead. A series of sharp crying chirps followed. I jogged forward, seeing the backdoor of the pet shop close, leaving a box in a puddle in the middle of the alley. The chirping continued, like a baby bird wanting its mother. I was certain the noise came from the box.
I walked over to the box and knelt beside it. Inside was a (C/C) hamster sized (F/O/C) with (M/C) markings and a (M/T/C) mane and tail. It looked as though they had just opened and it was incredibly cute, though it had dark mud stains from where mud had soaked through the box, and it was wet from the rain and the puddle it sat in.
“Hello there, little one,” I greeted. The tiny (F/O/C) looked up at me.
“Mummah/Daddeh?” It said, sounding heartbroken.
I picked up the (F/O/C) and tucked it under my jacket. “Let’s get you home and dry.”
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I sat on my sofa, drying off the (F/O/C). I had given him/her/them a warm bath and was drying him/her/them off with a warm towel. The (F/O/C) was humming to him/her/themself happily as I dried off his/her/their fur.
I took away the towel and picked up the (F/O/C).
“Mummah/Daddeh?” He/She/They questioned, unsure about what I was doing. Having been in a cage his/her/their entire life with people only ever tapping him/her/them on the head as the only human interaction he/she/they had had.
I smiled at him/her/them and cradled him/her/them to my chest.
The (F/O/C) looked up at me, surprised, and snuggled against my pyjama top. After a while, he/she/they looked up at me.
“Mummah/Daddeh?” He/She/They asked.
“Yes, little (F/O/C)?” I looked down at him/her/them.
“Will... Will ou twake cawe of Babbeh?”
I had to think about what he/she/they had said; I had yet to get used to this weird baby language he/she/they spoke. But once I understood, I nodded. “Yes, I will.”
The (F/O/C) beamed at me and scrambled up to my face to lick it. “Tank ou, Mummah/Daddeh!”
I giggled. “You’re welcome, little one.”
Then he/she/they stopped and stood on my arm. He/She/They pouted.
“What is it?”
“Babbeh hungwy... Babbeh want nummies.”
“Well... what would Bab—you like?”
The (F/O/C) thought for a few seconds. “Sketti!” He/She/They erupted.
“Sketti?” I echoed. The (F/O/C) nodded furiously.
I got to my feet, spinning the word inside my head. I sat the (F/O/C) on the kitchen floor and opened my laptop on the table.
“What... do... fluffies... eat...” I said aloud as I typed it into the search engine. An article about fluffy nutrition came up. I scanned through the words, finally stumbling on; a fluffy’s favourite food is spaghetti, usually with tomato sauce and nothing else.
“Spaghetti? Is that what you’re trying to say?” I asked the (F/O/C).
I turned around, facing my kitchen. I had spaghetti and tomato sauce, and I needed making dinner for myself, anyway. So, I began cooking, boiling the spaghetti and cooking some vegetarian meat to go with it. Within minutes our food was ready. I put my food on a plate and the (F/O/C)’s in a bowl and placed it on the table.
The (F/O/C) gasped in delight and steps towards me. “Upwies, Mummah/Daddeh! Upwies!”
I picked up the (F/O/C) and placed him/her/them on the table.
The (F/O/C) gasped again and trotted over to the bowl. “Sketti, sketti, sketti...” He/She/They whispered before chowing down on the spaghetti.
As we both ate, I studied the (F/O/C), focusing more on his/her/their (C/C) coat and figuring out what to name him/her/them.
“Do you have a name?” I asked. The (F/O/C) raised his/her/their head, mouth stuffed with spaghetti, and shook it. I thought again, thinking of the first thing that came to mind. “How about, (F/N)?” the (F/O/C) swallowed his/her/their food and nodded with a wide smile.
“Yeah! Babbeh wuvs dwat naym, Mummah/Daddeh!”
“Alright then, (F/N) it is then.”
“Yay!” (F/N) celebrated, walking over to me. I scratched him/her/them behind the ear and finished my food.
Introducing Coffeetober with both Coffee and Bagel :P its the same thing except I can just draw whatever I see and sometimes the prompt too idk XD enjoy
