Pretty Fluffies

>Be a lady.
>Because almost nobody writes fluffy stories with girls, except Mayclore, so it’s worth pointing out.
>You’re getting ready for a date, and are currently applying your makeup.
>Your toy fluffy, Lando, sits on your bathroom counter while you work.
>”Mummy wook so pwetty! Wan be pwetty wike Mummy!”
>Awww, he always knows just what to say.
>You rub the lipstick on your lips, and Lando’s eyes follow the metal tube with a childlike wonder.
>Ready to roll.
>You pick up Lando and carry him to his playpen, giving him a soft hug and a quick belly rub.
>”Mommy’s going to be back late, alright? So don’t try to stay up waiting for me like last time. Remember how tired you were the next day?”
>”Wando wemembew. Nu wowwy, mummy, Wando be good fwuffy!”
>”Glad to hear it. Good night, Lando.”
>”Nigh’ night, Mummy.”
>He settles into his little bed, which is mostly a pile of socks you never use anymore.
>Still, he loves sleeping there, so whatever.
>As he curls up into a tiny fluffy ball, you can hear him muttering “Pwetty mummy, wan be pwetty…”
>You head out for your date.

>A little dancing, a little drinking, not bad for a first date.
>You enter your apartment around midnight.
>Best check on Lando and make sure he’s sleeping.
>If he waited up for you again, he’ll be glad to see you.
>His playpen is empty.
>You check under the pile of socks. No Lando.
>You notice a tear on one side of the playpen.
>Goddamn fucking piece of shit defective cheap Ikea crap.
>Useless.
>Lando loves exploring whenever he can, so of course he’d venture out.
>Just one of the perils of fluffy ownership.
>Still, he’s a toy fluffy, so he’s very small. There are only so many places he could be.
>”Lando? Where are you, baby?”
>No response.
>You check under all the furniture.
>”Lando, this isn’t hide and seek time. I need you to come out here now. You’re not in trouble, but you will be if you keep hiding!”
>Still no response.
>That usually works.
>Now you’re worried. Either he’s stuck somewhere, or has already gotten himself killed.
>You hear a soft moaning coming from the bathroom.
>You open the door to find Lando lying on the counter, clutching his tummy and moaning.
>His face is covered in a dark red.
>One of your lipstick tubes lies next to him. A large bite has been taken out of it.
>”Oh, Lando, honey, what did you do?”
>”Mummy, Wando haf bad tummy owwies…[urp]”
>You’d ask how he even got up there, but at this point you’re more concerned for his health.
>”Lando, that’s mommy’s makeup. It’s not food. Why did you try eating it?”
>Lando’s tummy gurgles and he groans loudly. His eyes swell with tears, either from pain or guilt.
>”Wando wuv mummy, an’ mummy so pwetty when mummy weaw pwetty fings. Wan’ be pwetty wike mummy, so Wando haf red nummies…”
>You take a tissue and wipe his mouth, cleaning off the lipstick as best as you can.
>Lando cries some more.
>”Wando sowwy, mummy. Wuv mummy, jus’ wan’ be pwetty. Am bad fwuffy.”
>You wash his off and rub his side, careful not to irritate his stomach furthis.
>”Lando, when I put on lipstick, I don’t eat it. I’m just rubbing it on my lips. Lipstick is very yucky and bad for you if you eat it.”
>”Sowwy, mummy.”
>You smile and kiss him on the head.
>”You don’t need makeup. You’re already the prettiest little fluffy I’ve ever seen.”
>He’s still in a lot of pain, but Lando smiles weakly and hugs your hand.
>”Wuv mummy…”
>You put Lando back in his playpen and tape up the opening.
>He falls asleep still clutching his tummy, but he seems happier than when you found him.
>Get up the next day and check on Lando.
>His litterbox has several dark red turds in it, but Lando is playing with his ball happily.
>Get an idea.
>Get your old toy box out of the closet.
>Aha! Your old dolls.
>Grab the sun hat with the elastic strap off one of them.
>”Lando, I have a surprise for you!”
>You put the tiny hat on his head and tie the strap so it stays comfortably.
>Fits like a glove.
>” This hat is for pretty little fluffies only, Lando. Now you don’t need makeup!”
>Lando marvels at the hat on his head.
>”Fank yoo, mummy! Wuv hat!”
>From then on, he never goes anywhere without his hat.