“SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! WOWSTEST HUWTIES EBAH!!! HEWP FWUFFY!!! SABE FWUFFY!!! PWEASE!!!”
Variations on those screams and words were all too common in Isaac’s house.
“What do you think, Wanted? Should I show mercy?”
The newest permanent addition to Isaac’s household replied.
“Nu. Wanted wan nummies.”
The mare who had made the mistake of trying to eat the various weeds that made up Isaac’s backyard (a gardener Isaac was not) and fallen into one of his traps had seconds to realize her fate before Isaac started cranking his fluffy skinning and gutting machine. His personal record was 10 minutes and he looked forwards to beating it.
The end result was a huge plate of spaghetti with fluffy meatballs and various cheeses and a smaller bowl of the same.
Isaac consumed the first and his first pet fluffy consumed the second. His plans for the fluffy formerly known as “Reject” hadn’t worked out, but the results were more than satisfactory. Rather than being horrified at being forced to watch the suffering of every fluffy Isaac cooked and only being fed meals containing fluffy meat the newly-named “Wanted” had taken to it like a fish to water.
Wanted took every opportunity to luxuriate in the feelings of power that came with being Isaac’s pet. Even Isaac was taken aback by his sadism, but that quickly turned to appreciation.
Isaac turned out to be a better owner than he’d expected. Ricky had taken care of the registration (and neutering) and Josef had given him advice on the basics. And he had time enough at home to ensure that Wanted had all the attention he could want.
Crimson was the only one who didn’t like Wanted. He found the fluffy creepy. Rather than Crimson’s psychosis, Wanted seemed colder than even Josef.
“Wub being Wanted. Feew su gud.”
Isaac gave his pet fluffy an affectionate pat as he cleared the dishes. Wanted had put on quite a bit of weight. With any other fluffy he’d be considering which recipe to use.
But not this fluffy, he found his company far too enjoyable.
Not this one.