The Fluffy Tooth Fairy

Anonymous, April 22, 2013; 16:07 / FB 10396
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The Fluffy Tooth Fairy

>Be the owner of a female earth fluffy, called Catherine
>Beautiful blue fluffy, and a mother!
>Just had a litter of three babies, a red pegasus, a green unicorn and a grey earth fluffy
>Happy times, well behaved family, minus a few poopie problems
>Wake up one day to hear the sound of Catherine playing with her foals in the safe room

> “wuv babbehs, babbehs dwink miwkies, gwow big un stwong!”

>Daww, your heart melts. They're only a few days old now, and are only just learning to talk
>You leave them to play for a bit, Catherine has her bowl of kibble to eat, they'll be fine while you play Bioshock
>Playing through the levels, f ck yeah, Beach boys!
>Then you hear it
>An awful sound

> “EEEEEEEEEEE! CAFWIN MOUF OWIES!”

>Oh god, what
>Hurry into the safe room, only to find the foals are huddled in a small fluff pile away from their screaming mother
>Cute, except they pooped themselves
>go check on Catherine, she's laying on the floor, holding her mouth
>Small pool of blood around her face
>A white fluffy tooth lays in the puddle of blood

> “Catherine, what happened!?”

> “Cafwin eat nummies, make mowe miwkies fo babbehs, den Cafwin mouf owies! White ting faww out, den booboo juice! Hewp Daddeh!”

>You quickly pick her up and carry her to the kitchen
>She's not bleeding too badly, should be fine
>Fetch a used teabag, soak it in warm water and make Catherine bite on it

> “OWIES! GIF HUWTIES!”

> “I know Catherine, but it'l stop the boo boo juice, okay?”

> She nods feebly and bites on it again, groaning

> “Taste icky!” she manages to mumble past the tea bag in her mouth

>Five minutes pass, and the tannins in the teabag have clotted the blood
>Hoorah for general knowledge saving the day
>You give her a big hug to make sure she's okay
>She giggles happily and hugs you back

> “Tank oo Daddeh, make boo boo juice go way! Fwuffy wuv Daddeh!”

> “I love you Catherine, now lets go check on your foals while I clean up the mess”

>Her eyes light up as she remembers her foals

> “Cafwin babbehs! Babbehs need huggies, Cafiwn make scawy noisies!”

> You put her down and let her waddle into the safe room, where she quickly hugs and licks her shit stained babies clean

> “Cafwin sowwie babbeh, mummah haf mouf owies, nu mean to make scawies!”

> The babies chirp and coo, hugging her back, before returning to drink milk
>Catherine seems happy again
>You start cleaning up the blood and remove the bowl of kibble from the safe room, putting her tooth in your pocket
>Catherine sees her bowl of food is gone and her eyes go wide

> “Daddeh, Cafwin need nummies, make mowe miwkies fo babbehs! Pwease gif back!”

> “Sorry Catherine, you cant eat solids now, until your mouth heals, or you'll get boo bo ojuice again. I'll get you something else, hold on.”

>You leave the room and make her a bowl of oats to eat, soft and easy to chew
>You put it down to a warm welcome as she nums down, happy again

> “Tank oo daddeh, babbehs happy now!”

>She grimaces with some bites though as her gums hurt, and then looks saddened at the loss of her tooth

> “You okay Catherine?”

> “Cafwin miss toofies! Wan tooofies back!”

> “Sorry Catherine, teeth don't grow back.”

>She looks forlorn at the mention of this
>Then you remember how you soften the blow of loosing a tooth to a child
>Same principle should work with fluffies
>You bend down and show it to her

> “This is your tooth Catherine, if you put it next to your bed, the tooth fairy will come and give you a present in exchange for it!”

>Her eyes go wide again

> “Weawwy? Fwuffy get pwessies fo toofies?”

>You nod “Yep, you do!”

>She seems remarkably happy again

>“Yay! Pwessies! Pwessies babbehs, mummah get pwessies!”

>You smile and leave her to play with the babies, keeping hold of the tooth
>You put her to bed that night and tuck her and her foals in, putting the tooth next to the bed, on top of a pile of books

> “Now Catherine, if you are a good fluffy and sleep all night, by morning there will be a present here where your tooth was, okay?”

> She smiles, half asleep

> “Otay Daddeh, Cafwin sweep aww night, den get pwessies...Cafwin wuv toof fawie!”

>Daw, your heart
>You tip toe away and go to bed, making sure to wake up early

>The next morning

>You get up super early and make a bowl of spaghetti
>Sneak into Catherines safe room, removing the tooth and putting spaghetti in its place
>Catherine has never had spaghetti before, should be an awesome treat for her
>Sure enough, an hour later she wakes up, smells and sees the spaghetti and goes ape shit

> “EEEEEEE! SKETTIES! SKETTIES FO TOOFIES! WUV SKETTIES, TANK OO TOOF FAWIE!”

>She chows down happily, her foals chirping in excitement along with her
>You sneak in and smile at the happy sight
>Catherine sees you and celebrates

> “Wook Daddeh! Cafwin get sketties for toofies! Wuv toof fawie!”

> “That's great darling. Make the most of it, you only get spaghetti for really special occasions like this!”

>She nods happily

> “Wuv sketties, make bestest miwkies fo babbehs!”

>The babies chirp happily, hearing the word 'miwkies'
>You leave them to it again, not wanting to interfere
>Sure enough, an hour later the babies are drinking the spaghetti induced milk
>Their chirps have never sounded happier
>They sound like they're suckling as fast as they can
>And Catherine is over the moon at how happy her babies are

> “Babbehs wuv skettie miwkies! Bestest miwkies, big stwong babbehs!”

>Daww
>You want to reconsider giving Catherine spaghetti more often
>But you choose not to in the first place, as constant spaghetti makes her spoilt
>And it ruins the whole effect of giving it as a reward/comfort if she has it too often
>No, you decide to only give it on rare occasions still

>A few days pass

>Well, Catherine is being a bit of a pain
>She woke up the next day, expecting more spaghetti
>Her face when you told her she only got it for losing one tooth, it doesn't mean she gets it everyday
>She pouted a bit, but soon accepted this and went back to her kibble
>Her gums now healed enough to let her eat kibble again
>The foals still drank their milk happily, but didn't sound as contented
>Oh well, milk is milk, spaghetti just made it tastier
>Not like it was any stronger for them
>They'll be fine, and not long now until they get ready to wean anyway
>Almost got teeth of their own, the precious buggers!

>Be Catherine, the fluffy pony
>You had the wowstet owies!
>You lost a toofie and it made boo boo juice!
>But Daddeh said a 'toof fawie' would give you a present in return for it
>And it did, you got sketties!
>The bestest sketties!
>Your babbehs loved your skettie flavoured milk
>But you only got it the once
>You want more, but daddeh says no
>Your babbehs want more, but he still says no
>Daddeh is right after all, he knows best
>But you still wish you could get more
>Oh well, least you had some!

> “Chirp! Chirp, chirp!”

> Uh oh, babbehs are hungry!

> “Hewe Babbehs, come get miwkies! Mummah made nummie miwkies!”

>Your babbehss latch onto your milkie places and suck happily
>You love your babies, they're so pretty and – OWWW!
>The red wingie babbeh gave you owies!

> “Bad babbeh, gif mummah owies!”

> You pull it off your milkie place, and it hurts a bit more!
>The baby starts crying, and then it says something!

> “Miwkies! Hungwie!”

>Wait, what was that
>You hold the babbeh close to your face
>It gives you a hug, aww, you love your babbehs!
>But what were you doing again
>Oh right, babbehs mouth!
>There is!
>Babbeh has a toofie!
>Your babbehs are becoming big fwuffies!

> “Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs be big fwuffies soon!”

> “Chirp, chirp! Wuv! Mummah! Wuv!”

>Aww, it's so sweet!
>You check the other babbehs, they don't have toofies yet
>It makes you sad, but you still love your babbehs
>You wish you could give them more skettie milk before they get bigger though
>Then you have a great idea!
>If a babbeh has no toofies, it cant eat big fwuffy nummies!
>And if it can't eat big nummies, then it needs more milkies!
>and if it has a toofie, then you can use it's toofie to get more sketties, to make skettie milk!
>You're such a smart fluffy!
>You hold the red babbeh to your face and smile

> “Mummah wuv oo babbeh, oo bestest babbeh!”

> “Wuv mummah! Hungwie, wan miwkies!”

>Aww, it's hungry!
>You put babbeh down and smile
>You love your babbehs

> “Mummah wuv oo babbeh!”

>The babbeh waddles towards your milkie places
>Oh right, you need to make it more sketties milk!
>So you hit it in the fact with your hoof!

> “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! CHIRP, CHIRP CHIRP! EEEEEEEEEEEE! OWIES! CHIRP CHIRP!”

>Oh no, babbeh is hurt!
>But it's toofie fell out!
>Quick pick it up before babbeh puts it back in its mouth
>Why didn't daddeh put your toofie back?
>No time for that, babbeh is crying!
>You put your babbeh onto your milkie place and it starts suckling
>There's some boo boo juice, but you can clean that later
>And your other babbehs are hugging red wingie babbeh!
>They're such good babbehs!

> “Mummah wuv oo Babbehs, oo best babbehs!”

>Now you have a toofie, you can get more sketties and make more sketties milk for your babbehs!
>And when they get bigger, they'll grow more toofies so they can eat actual sketties!
>You're so smart!

>Be the fluffy owner again
>You heard crying, so went to investigate
>Once you finished that boss fight
>Damn, this boss is hard!
>Step into the room and find a heart warming sight, fluffies drinking milk and hugging
>Must have been a minor fight for pole teat position

> “Everything okay Catherine?”

> “Yesh Daddeh, Babbehs cwy, but Cafwin make dem happy!”

> “That's my girl, you play safe now!”

> “Otay Daddeh!”

>You leave the room and carry on playing Bioshock, that boss is hard on 1999 mode!

> Later that night

>Time to put fluffies to bed again
>Sneak into the room, only to find they're already asleep
>Daww, so cute!
>Oh, what's this?
>Another tooth on the pile of books
>Did Catherine loose another tooth?
>Huh, weird, maybe she did
>Well, best give her more spaghetti in the morning
>You resolve to get a softer brand of kibble
>Maybe old age and harder foods make her teeth fall out easily
>You'll investigate if it happens again
>Fluffies have enough teeth to eat with

>Be Catherine again
>It worked, you got more sketties to make nummie skettie milks!
>Your babbehs will love you so much for this!
>Red babbeh still cried a bit and whimpers, but it will be happy soon!

> “Dun cwy Babbeh, mummah make nummie miwks!”

>Babbeh owies! Mouf owies!”

>Aww, it's hungry!

> “Dun wowwy Babbeh, Wed babbeh get fiwst nummies!”

>You eat your sketties and then put the babbeh on your teat
>He soon chirps happily and snuggles into your fluff
>Aww, so cute
>You're the bestest mummah!
>Time to feed the other babbehs too!
>Put green hownie on milkie place

> “OWIES!”

>Green babbeh gave you owies!
>Wait, that means
>You pick the green babbeh up
>TOOFIES!
>More skettie milk to make!

> “Mummah wuv gween Babbeh, oo bestest babbeh!”

>Be Catherines owner again
>It's been nearly two weeks now since she lost her first tooth
>Since then she's lost seven more teeth
>You changed kibble brands, but it kept happening
>Even left her on oats for weeks, and it still happened
>You were really worried, so you decided to take her to the vet to get her checked over
>Turns out the vet says all her teeth are there, bar one
>Bought her home, bemused

> “Wuv Daddeh, tank oo for wowwy pop!”

>Oh right, the vet gave her candy for being a good fluffy
>Said teeth rarely fall out, not related to hard food
>Then how did she loose seven teeth
>You go to your bedroom to have a lie down
>Then you notice the jar of teeth
>With seven teeth in it, six of which are ever so slightly smaller, and a lot whiter
>Almost if they hadn't been used for solids
>You get up and go to the safe room to check on the foals

> “Hewwo Daddeh! Babbehs, say hewwo to Daddeh!”

> “Babbeh owies!”

> “Babbeh hungwie? Hewe, Mummahs miwkies are bestest!”

>Catherine puts the baby on her tear to feed
>It still cries, but you ignore it for now
>You pick up the green unicorn foal first
>Already the size of your palm near enough
>He looks pretty skinny too
>In fact, they all do
>But they cant be ready for solids yet, or they'd have teeth
>And Catherine would be complaining of them hurting her teats

> “Waah, Mummah nu make miwkies! Meanie Mummah!”

>Looks like the red guy got no food
>You return to the green unicorn and pry his mouth open
>He whimpers a bit, but you stroke his mane to calm him down
>He soon relaxes
>You look inside and notice the obvious
>Shit you should have figured it out
>check the other two foals, same result
>Well shit

> “Wat Daddeh doing to Cafwin Babbehs?”

> “Oh, nothing darling. You just sit there and have a nap, I need to go take them to the vet...”

> “Vet? Wat dat Daddeh? Dat nummies? Babbeh so hungwie!”

> You carry the foals out of the safe room
>You can't believe it
>But it all makes sense
>You decide to separate Catherine and her foals permanently
>You make up a bowl of oats and set it down in front of the three
>They wolf it down like a starving hobo given a big mac

> “TANK OO DADDEH, NUMMIES MAKE OWIES GO WAY!”

>Even got the manners to say thank you when starving
>These guys are great
>You leave them to eat and go back into Catherines safe room
>Wake her up with a start

> “Wah! Daddeh why wakies? Babbehs haf owies, nee miwkies?”

> You sigh

> “no, they need proper food. They're off milk, and you didn't tell me”

>She looks at you, confused

> “buh...Babbbehs no haf toofies, so nu can eat big fwuffy nummies?”

> “No, they were ready to eat big food, but they couldn't, as their teeth kept going missing. Would you happen to know why?”

>She looks at you with a big smile on her face

> “Cafwin kno! It caus Toof fawie take babbehs toofies, gif mummah sketties!”

>You can't believe it
> Well, you kind of can
>You guess you never explained the teeth should fall out naturally

> “Catherine, teeth fall out naturally, then you give them to the tooth fairy for sketties. You don't pull them out of the babies faces!”

>Catherine looks at you saddened

> “Cafwin...gif owies to babbehs? But, need toofies so make Skettie miwk!”

> “Yes, but you only do it if the teeth fall out naturally, you made them suffer so you could give them something nice, it defies the point!”

> She looks at you, the gears turning, then starts crying her eyes out

> “WAAAH CAFWIN AM BAD MUMMAH! SOWWIE BABBEHS, MUMMAH GIF HUGGIES!”

>she goes to run out to them, but you stop her

> “I think it's best if you have some time apart. I'll bring them back to you when they're well fed, have their own teeth and you've had time to think about what you did”

> “Babbehs come back if haf toofies? Mummah gif Babbehs Mummah toofies! Den Babbehs cum back!”

> “I'm afraid it doesn't work like that. I'm sorry Catherine, but this is what you get. We'll discuss it more later, for now, you need to sit on your own and think about it. A lot. You'll get your babies back in a few weeks, and even then, only for a few hours a day”

> “NUUU, WAN BABBEHS, PWEASE DADDEH, CAFWIN SOWWIE!”

> “It's a start, but you won't get them back, I'm sorry.”

>You turn to leave and shut the door behind you
>The foals have gorged themselves and fallen asleep in a small fluff pile
>They still seem happy, luckily they were too young to realise what was being done to them
>Give them time, they'll soon forget entirely and love Catherine again
>For now, they need their space and proper love
>you put a small blanket over their fluff pile to keep them warm, causing them to coo and babble softly
>As you do so, you hear Catherine whimper from the saferoom

> “Cafwin bad fwuffy, dummy toof fawie am meanie, twick Cafwin!”

>I guess this is why no one tell fluffies about the tooth fairy.