Fluff Wash part 8

Fluff Wash part 8

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Warning:  This story contains fluffies dying in unpleasant ways and a man slowly losing it.  Viewer discretion is advised.


Dinnertime Gilligan!

"Pwease nu weave!  Giwwigan wan' huggies, pwease gif huggies an' pway!"

I'm here to feed you and check your symptoms, after that it's back to work on my unholy abomination of a fluffy washer.

"Giwwigan wonewy, pwease nu weave, haf bad saddies.  Gif wotsa huggies to nice hooman."

I wonder what Rain would think about you saying that?

"Nu cawe, pwease pway wif Giwwigan, pwease?"

Hold still for a sec, I need to check your sinuses.

"Giwwigan be gud fwuffy, wisten to hooman."

Why can't they all be more like you?  I swear half the fluffies in the "herd" hate my guts and I've never laid a finger on them.  Quit squirming, I'm just taking a mucous sample, it doesn't hurt.

"Nosey tikwl, nu nike nis.  *kof kof*  Giwwigan was gud fuwffy, Huggies pwease?

Keep holding still.

"Giwwigan gud fwuffy!  Giww- owwie!  Nu wike dis!  Nu towch poopie pwace!"

I'm taking your temperature and you aren't going anywhere so stop trying to squirm away.

"Nu wike!  Pwease nu towch poopie pwace, need make poopies!"

And we're done.  I'd better get more plastic slips for this thermometer, I'm running out.

"Giwwigan was gud fwuffy, nu wun even wen nu wike poopie pwace towch.  Nao pway?  Nao huggies?

You didn't run because I held you down.  Let's see... subject seems to be recovering nicely, less mucous buildup, more active and his temperature is almost normal.  A another two or three days to be sure and he can go back to the herd.

"Nu, nu weave!  Giwwigan wan' pway, wan' hewd, wan' fwiend!  Pwease be fwiend, Giwwigan be gud!"

Time to pick my next test subject.  Oh, gotta feed streak too.  Goodnight.

"Nu weave!  Pwease!  Pwease nu weave!  Fwuffy sowwy, fwuffy wonewy!  Wan' fwiends weal bad, haf wowstest saddies!"

* Click *

"NUUUUU! NU WEAVE!  PWEASE!  PWEASE NU WEAVE! HUUUU HU HU HU, PWEASE... hu hu hu... pwease...

* Gilligan begging for attention can still be heard through the attic door as he walks away. *


Okay, let's just get this over with.  It's May 29, 7:44 pm, 2017.  Subject or victim or whatever you wanna call it is an adult female earthie, light blue and an orange mane, feral, named Giggle.  As a side note she's very pregnant, huge for fluffy standards.  But I've measured and the washing arms have enough room to rotate around her while the wire mesh keeps her in place.  No more fuckups, they're locked in place until washing and drying is over.  That limits how well the scrubbing arms can do their job but it's a tradeoff I just had to make.  This one is pretty timid compared to her herd mates, hopefully that means a successful test for once.

"Pwease, nu huwt, haf babbehs soon, pwease nu huwt."

I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going to make you smell pretty.

"Fwuffy aweady smewl pwetty, pwease nu hewp smewl pwetty."

It won't hurt if you're a good girl and hold still for the test.

"Haf babbehs soon, mummeh nu wan owwies, pwease nice hooman."

Nice human?  That's not what you call me when with the rest of the herd.  Last time Rain had you all telling me to go drown.  Speaking of which how is Rain?  Can she move her legs again after I took her out of the sorry box?  Before all she'd do is cry about her legs hurting, maybe that means she'll be a good girl now huh?

"Wain say walkies gif huwties, hewd bwing nummies an' wawa to smawtie fwiend.

Won't let her starve hmm?  At the very least I admire your dedication to her, despite it being horribly misplaced.  Then again, you always call me names and wave your butts in my direction every goddam time I go down there.

"Nu wan be meanie, smawtie fwiend say hewd aw'ways say huwtie wurds to hooman munsta."

So now I'm a monster, hm?

"NU!  Nu mean say meanie wurds!  Pwease nu huwt, nu wan owwies, fwuffy sowwy!  Pwease, haf babbehs soon!"

Calm down.  I said CALM DOWN.

"Nu huwt, haf babbehs soon, wuv babbehs, pwease nu huwt, wuv babbehs."

Just do as you're told and I'll return you to your smarty bitch smelling better than ever.  Are you listening to me?

"Babbehs... mummeh wuv babbehs... wuv babbehs, nu huwt mummeh, nu huwt babbehs, wuv babbehs, nu huwt mummeh, nu huwt babbehs, wuv babbehs, nu hu-..."

Great. Subject has gone into a "fear loop" as I like to call it, she just repeats the same couple things over and over because she can't physically change her situation. Their minds get stuck on whatever it thinks will talk its way out of the bad situation they're in.  I read stroking the mane, back and chin can break them out of it, so...

*skritch* *skritch* *skritch*

"Babbehs... Nu huwt?  Pwease nu huwt?...  Wuv fwuffy?"

I wouldn't take it that far, but no, no hurt.

"Am gud fwuffy, be gud fwuffy fo' hooman mu- fo' nice hooman."

And they say fluffies never learn.  I'll be using Rand corp's formula N30-332A, supposedly the gentlest of the bunch.  This fluffy seems nice enough when away from her leader and I don't want a repeat of what happened to Sunshine.

"Swnshine gud babbeh, gonna get bettah at fwuffy... fwuffy hewp pwace?"

Fluffy hospital.  And yeah, they'll fix her hurties.  No more hurties for Sunshine, that I can gaurantee.

"Nice hooman hewp babbeh, Swnshine wowd but gud fwuffy."

I'd debate you on that.  Now lets get ready to smell pretty.

"Am gud fwuffy."

Social note, this one doesn't refer to herself with her own name like other fluffies.  She'll only call herself fluffy, never Giggle.  I think that's a name the shelter gave her.  I've noticed she eats last (well, second last besides Huggie but that isn't a problem now) despite being pregnant, Rain must have made her low fluffy on the totem pole for some reason.  She's the one who was feeding boulder, if she hadn't told me he was the smarty's foal I'd have never known.

"Wuv Bohwda, teeny widdle babbeh.  Bohwda wike new famwie?"

 What?  Boulder?  Oh yes, yes he's very happy with his new family.

"Fwuffy see Bohwda?  Nu fwuffie's babbeh buh gif wotsa huggies an miwk."

No, they live very far away, but I know he's happy there so don't worry about him.

"Fwuffy wan haf babbehs biggah den Bohwda, pwease haf mo' nummies?"

That's up to Rain, the leader you willingly follow and besides do you really want to get any bigger?  There must be five or six babies in there.

"Haf wots babbehs, so much wuv fo' mummeh, fwuffy so happeh!"

Congratulations.  Now Giggle I'm gonna put you inside that clear box and it's gonna clean you up nice.

"Nuuuu, nu wan sowwy bawx, fwuffy is gud fwuffy!  Bawx bad fo' babbehs, wuv babbehs, nu huwt babbehs!!!"

You don't have a say here-

"NU WAN NU WAN, HEWP FWUFFY, NU HUWT BABBEHS, HEWP MUMMEH!  SMAWTIE FWIEND HEWP!  HEWD HEWP!!!"

Quit squirming!  Damn what a fatass, you must be near twenty pounds!

"NU WAN BAWX!!! HEWWWWP HEWWWWWWP!

Quit it!  You're so huge carrying you by the scruff would probably be dang- Oh fuck!

"NUUUUUU!  NU WAN!!!

DAMMIT!  FUCKING DAMMIT! SO many fluffies and you're the first one that actually shits on me!

"Fwuffy sowwy, nu huwt, nu huwt babbeh!  Fwuffy sowwy!"

Damn that stinks.  You horrible little monster!  Just get in the fucking Fluff Wash and stay there still I clean up!

"NUUU! NU SOWWY BAWX!  GUD FWUFFY GUD BABBEHS PWEASE NU SOWWY BAWX!

Get in.... fucking get in... there.  Finally.  Now listen.  LISTEN TO ME!  Paying attention?

"Fww-fww-fw-"

Great!  All you gotta do is stand there, DON'T MOVE and you'll come out clean.  This does involve water bu-

"NUUUU PWEASE WAWA BAD FO' FWU-"

SHUT UP!  SHUT.  IT.  NOW!  The water NEVER gets past your neck, you know, the flabby bit that connects your empty head to that beached whale you call a body?  Well?  Do you?

"Fwu-fwuffy nu- nu- nu un'stan..."

God....  Please God, give me strength.  The water never touches- oh Christ that stinks... the water never touches your face.  Now ya get it?  Not the face, eyes, mouth, snout, fucking NOSEY, nothing.  Your head stays dry.

"Nu wawa on fwuffy face?"

Not a goddam drop, so there's NO chance of drowning.  None.  Zero.  Okay?

"Pwease, haf babbehs weal soon!  Nu wawa pw-"

FOR FUCKS SAKE!  Just shut up, HOLD STILL and you'll be FINE!  Now I'm putting it on light wash and getting some new pants.  With the restraints in place even really stupid ones like you can't hurt themselves.  Lets just get your head in the isolation notch an-

"NU WIKE! WAN' UP!  HEWD HEWP!  MEANIE MUNSTA GOT FWUFFY!  HEWP! HEWP!  PWEASE HEWP, HAF BABBEHS!!!"

Quiet.

"WAN' UP!  MUNSTA HAF FWUFFY!  HEWP FWUFFY!  HEWD GIF OWWIES TO MUNSTA! HEWP!!!"

Be quiet.

"WHY NU HEWP?!? Haf babbehs soon, mummeh huwties bad fo' babbehs!!!"

I said BE QUIET.

"Pwease, fw- fwuffy wuv nice ho-hooman..."

Look at me.  No?  I can fix that

"NU PWE-urk!"

SSSSHHHHHUUUUUUTTTTTTT UUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP!

"Pw-"

NO!  SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!  You're really pissing me off, you know that?  Here's what's gonna happen.  I'm gonna turn this on, get changed and come right back.  YOU are going to hold still and be very, very quiet.  That's what a good fluffy would do.  Because BAD things happen to BAD fluffies, get it?

"Amgudfwuffypwe-"

NO.  No you are not a good fluffy.  Good fluffies do as they're told.  Want to be a good fluffy?  Be quiet.  And by God you're gonna be quiet one way or another; I haven't hurt any of you on purpose yet but that's fucking well about to change in a God damn hurry if you don't shut up and keep still!  Pay close attention, real close attention, what I'm about to say is very important.  You WILL do as I tell you or you'll NEVER HAVE BABIES EVER!

"P.....mu.....f......*sniff*......"

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?"

"E.......f.......*hic*..."

I'm glad we've come to an understanding.  So now that you know what'll happen if you're bad, ready to become a pretty, nice smelling fluffy?

*sniffle*

Good.  We can FINALLY start now, light wash, it's 7:56 pm, just spent ten minutes arguing with a fucking fluffy, and.... power on!

"NUUUU! HEWP!  NU WAN'!  SCAWED!!!! FWUFFY SCAWED!!! WAWA BAD!!! NUUUU!!!! WAWA BAD!!! HEWP!!!"

You enjoy your wash while I get changed and burn these fucking pants.

"NUUUUUU! NU WAN'!  HEWP!  FWUFFY MAKE POOPIES!  FWUFFY WAN' UP!  HEWP FWUFFY!!!

Stupid goddam thing.  well at least the rear jets will break up and destroy any shit she dumps no matter how much she's got.  How could they hold so much shit?  Why do they hold so much shit?  Some fucked up joke by the developers?

*door closes, fluffy screaming can still be heard.*

Good fucking God, what a nightmare.  And there's people who wash them for a living!  I'd rather work in the sewers cleaning out fluffy corpses.  I liked these pants too.

* Five minutes pass *

If this doesn't work I'm heading straight for the bar... well I can hear her still screaming for help, that's a good sign.

* Door opens *

"Hewp, pwease hewp fwuffy, nu wike nu wike!  Nu wan' wawa, pwease hewp..."

Having a good time in there Giggle?

"Pwease, nu moar wawa, fwuffy scawed!  Made poopies, pwease nu sowwy bawx.  Pwease wet up!"

The Fluff Wash'll rip up any turds you drop in there, it doesn't... what is that?  Silly string?  What the hell have you been eat-  JESUS!

* Slams emergency stop *

Holy shit it's all over the place!  Stupid bitch!  You didn't poop, you gave birth!

"Nu wan'-  babbehs?  Fwuffy haf babbehs?  Whea babbehs, wan' see babbehs!

This is fucking sick.  And I gotta clean all this shit out!  I can't believe you were stupid enough to give birth IN the fucking Fluff Wash!

"Whea babbehs?  Babbehs need mummeh, need wuv an' huggies an' miwk, pwease wet fwuffy see babbehs!"

You wanna see them do you?  Fine, you'll see lot of 'em.

*click click*

You can stay in the sink while I scoop all this garbage out.

"Wan' babbehs!  Pwease, gif babbehs to fwuffy!  Babbehs need mummeh!

Look down stupid, they're in your fluff.

"Babbehs!  Mummeh wuv babbehs!  Come get huggies an' wuv an'... babbehs?  Wha... bab... ba..."

Finally noticed you're covered in foal bits huh?  Well here's a bunch more for you to love and hug.

* Scoops out a handfull of shredded baby and plops it in front of her face *

There you go, knock yourself out.

"Babbeh?  Pwease gif huggies bak... why babbeh nu move?  Whea babbeh weggies?  Why... head... whea.. bab.. wingie... taiw... po... poopie pwace... babbehs huwties?  Pwease ba... babbehs wuv mummeh?  Why boo boo juce?  Whea ba... babbehs?  Why ba... babbehs aw... ovah?"

* Slaps another handful of foal bits down in front of her *

The high powered jets meant to shred up poop did the same thing with the subjects babies.  If I'm counting right there are seven heads, quite a large litter.  The fluff wash walls are coated with gore and pieces and blood.  There's amniotic fluid and afterbirth stuck to everything, even the fluffy is covered in bits of her own offspring.  I never, ever believed any of them would be stupid enough to give birth inside the fluff wash.  How am I supposed to keep this from happening again?

"Babbeh... pwease huggie... ba... weggie, haf weggie... weggie fo' ba... babbeh, weggie and... wingies an' taiw, ba... babbeh aw dare.  Nao mummeh gif miwk, haf make moar ba...babbehs.  Fwuffy see... wingies, fwuffy haf pwetty fwuff fo' ba... babbeh..."

Man... Subject is taking the pieces of her dead babies and trying to put the puzzle back together.  She's even got a pile of baby bits sitting on her belly, must be trying to feed it.  She's lost her little fluffy mind.

"Heah ba...babbeh, wast weggie, nao haf aw weggies ba...babbeh need.  Ba...babbeh wan' hown?  Pwetty woonicown ba...babbeh... Yay!  Fwuffy haf' pwetty woonicown ba...babbeh!

Coulda gone my whole life without seeing this.  I'll keep the cameras on her for a while, see what happens.  She doesn't seem to mind being soaking wet and laying in the sink anymore.

"Wookies!  Fwuffy haf ba...babbehs!  See hooman?  Pwettiest ba...babbehs evah!  Oh!  Fwuffy fin' hed!  Make notha ba...babbeh!"

Yeah.  Yeah Giggle, good job, you've had your babies.

Fuck me.


End part 8