Terrycloth knew she was a good mummah. She lived in an alley with her babbehs.
Her special friend Slim Jim had given her lots of pretty babbehs and one poopie babbeh, but then Slim Jim got snapped in half by the opposable thumbs of a human he’d told his name to.
Terrycloth’s bestest babbeh was a light blue pegasus with a yellow mane.
Terrycloth made sure her bestest babbeh got lickie-cleanies every bright time to make sure he always looked his best so one day a human would see how pretty he was and give her and her babbehs a new home and gave her good babbehs lickie-cleanies when she remembered to.
And she kept her living place clean by having her poopie babbeh num all the poopies.
Terrycloth fed her bestest babbeh all the milkies he wanted, had her other good babbehs do dancies for milkies, and her poopeh babbeh had to sneak milkies while she slept.
One day Terrycloth was watching her good babbehs doing dancies for milkies while her bestest babbeh suckled when a homeless human walked into the alley.
“FINALLY!”
Terrycloth looked up from her entertainment.
“Nice mistah be nyu daddeh?”
“No, but I WILL use your foals as toilet paper!”
The homeless man grabbed Terrycloth’s bestest babbeh, pulled down his pants, and began wiping up the poop from his asshole. The bestest babbeh was big enough that he only needed to use it.
The homeless man sighed in relief and then used his opposable thumbs to pull his pants up.
“Oh, that feels so much better.”
He flipped off Terrycloth and her babbehs and then ran out of the alley.
Two of Terrycloth’s good babbehs exploded from the sight of the raised middle finger.
Now she only had her bestest babbeh, one good babbeh, and her poopie babbeh left.
“Huuhuu, Bestest Babbeh nu feew pwetty. Mummah gibe wickie-cweanie nao!”
Terrycloth looked at her shit-covered bestest babbeh. A good mummah would give her bestest babbeh lickie-cleanies even though it’d mean numming poopies.
Terrycloth knew what she had to do.
Terrycloth knocked her poop-covered babbeh aside.
“Nu wickie-cweanies fow poopie babbeh!”
She then picked up her new bestest babbeh and put him on one of her teats.
“Yu am bestest babbeh nao. Yu habe aww da miwkies yu want.”
Terrycloth’s new poopie babbeh started crying.
His poopie brother on the other hand finally broke bad.
“DAT AM IT! NU CAN TAKE DIS NU MOWE!”
Pulling a gun he’d stashed in a pile of poop, he start shooting.
Most of the shots missed, but Terrycloth got gutshot and her new bestest babbeh’s head was splattered as a bullet went through it. Also the former bestest babbeh got his back legs shot off.
The poopie babbeh trotted over to Terrycloth and drank all the milkies he wanted from her.
Then he left to find his own way in the world.
After he left the psychotic cannibal rapist serial killer fluffy Crimson entered the alley.
“Huh. Weww, not wike Cwimson NOT gunna enf da cowpses. Nu sense wasting dem.”
Then he noticed the shit-covered former bestest babbeh was still alive.
Crimson put a hoof on the foal’s back.
“Wiww stawt wit yu.”
Overhead the eyeballs that had replaced the stars at night (although few people had the ability to see past the veil to know that) looked down and the moon’s fang-filled mouth chomped silently.
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Crimson belongs to @BFM101 and the light blue pegasus with the yellow mane belongs to @FallenAngel007
