Abandoned Angel
Part 39: Just Keep On Begging
Rose was now laying on her back while the newborn foals nursed and eventually crawled from her teats to disappear in her fluff. She was now half the size she was before bursting. It amazed Robert just how big they could get.
“Wose gud mummah. Fwame gud daddeh, nu hewt babbehs.” Flame begged weakly. “Babbehs jus widdle. Babbehs nu hewt daddeh. Pwease nu hewt babbehs.”
What sort of sick person was Mary? Robert couldn’t conceive hurting these foals, nor Flame, Runt and Rose. Robert patted Flame’s head, “I’m not going to hurt your babies.” Rose cooed and sand to her babies as Robert left the now six garage fluffies to get more food. It was a bit early for dinner, but he figured Rose would need the extra food to make milk.
From the hall he could hear three sets of hooves tapping on the safe room door and two sets of voices, both shouting, “wan see babbehs! Daddeh! Babbehs!” Robert ignored them for the time being. He sat the three dishes next to the bed, close enough for Rose to get to and he opened the door and set the baby gate in place. Maybe it was time for his fluffies to see the new fluffies? The gate was low enough for him to swing his leg over, but high enough to keep the fluffies separated.
Robert cracked open the safe room door, shoving is leg through the gap to keep his fluffies from running out. He sat against the door as the three bounce about him and on him. Robin wanted so badly to ask to see his fluffy mummah and fluffy daddeh, but he just couldn’t. Brave, however, was able to be vocal, “Daddeh, wan see fwuffy mummah! Wan see nyu babbehs!”
Angel gave up climbing on her daddeh. Maybe pouting would work this time? She laid down and pouted as best she could, “Angel wan see babbehs. Pwease?”
Robert put his hands around Robin’s midsection and sat the fluffy down on his rump, and did the same with Brave. “Look, guys, calm down a bit. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’ve set up the gate. You can see them for now, but you can’t go in there yet.” Robin and Brave looked sad, both their ears drooped a bit. Robert gave all three a quick pet and scooted forward, opening the door behind him. All three tried to squeeze through the opening only big enough for one fluffy. Robert looked back and chuckled, it was the perfect Three Stooges moment.
Angel squeezed through first and the two brothers right behind her. All three were sitting on their rears, their hooves and noses pushed against the gate as they stared. Even Brave, but he sniffed and his ears twitched, his eyes forever closed. Quietly they observed the garage fluffies.
CHIRP! PEEEEEP!
“Daddeh! BABBEHS!” Angel practically screamed, looking up at Robert. “Angel gun hab babbehs too!” Her hooves rubbed her stomach.
Flame looked up from cleaning up the trail of shit, cleaning it up quite poorly as there was still plenty stuck to his legs and tail which left fresh streaks on the blankets. His big eyes went wide at the sight of new fluffies and he ran to the door again, a solid thunk from impact resounded through the room.
Robert swung his leg over the gate and walked towards Flame. He didn’t expect Flame to be terrified of fluffies as well as people. Kneeling down near the formerly clean fluffy, he spoke calmly and softly, “Do you want to see your children?”
“Babbehs sweepie on Wose.”
“No, no. Before that. You and Rose had three babbies. I have two of them, Angel named them. Brave is the red unicorn and Robin is the pink and red Pegasus.”
“Nu. Owly babbehs dat Fwame cawe bout awe on Wose. Nu wan see oddew fwuffies.”
That didn’t go as expected. Robert looked back to the gate to see Angel hugging Brave and Robin. Faintly he could hear both “huuu-ing.” Fuck. As if those did hadn’t gone through enough with losing their brother, now their father wanted nothing to do with them.
“Daddeh gif owies nao?” Runt perked up.
“Stop asking. You aren’t getting owies.”
He shooed the three from the gate and closed the door, leaving Flame to deal with Rose and Runt. He didn’t know who he felt had it worse. Himself, that had to deal with Mary’s broken fluffies. Robin and Bright, that had just been rejected. Or the broken fluffies that occupied his garage, not knowing any better
Robin covered his face with his hooves while Angel hugged him, “Dat dummeh bad daddeh fwuffy. Yu gud fwuffy!” And she squeezed him again.
Brave patted at Robert’s leg, “Bwave gud fwuffy?”
He picked up both Brave and Robin, Angel hugging at Robert’s leg now. “You two are very good fluffies.”
Robert opened a beer and watched his fluffies chase the chirping ball about the house. A distraction was good, they had enough bad things happen lately. He spent the rest of the evening on the phone with Erin, who invited herself over to see the new foals. He prepared dinner for himself and the fluffies. His fluffies did not beg to see the others in the garage this time.
Robert watched as Flame rolled Rose over. It was very methodical. He would pick up each foal and move them a few inches up her fluff. Walk to the other side and nudge her a bit. Then go back and move the foals again. The whole process took several painstakingly long minutes until she was right side up so she could eat. Once finished Flame repeated the process in reverse. Flame may never recover mentally enough to trust humans or any other fluffies, but he was a very caring father, to the newest litter at least.
Robert put his fluffies to bed for the evening and spent the late night hours catching up on his favorite internet cartoons. His hobbies of wasting time on the internet and watching stupid cartoons, if those could be considered hobbies, had been put on the back burner since Angel arrived in his life. Something nagged at him. Something felt wrong.
Peeking his head into the safe room he heard the soft grunting “enf enf enf” come from the bed. One mystery solved, he thought, as he closed the door to Brave mating with Angel. The damage was already done, no point in stopping them now.
“OWIES!”
Robert ran to the garage. Two foals were flattened next to Runt. Their blood soaked into the blankets under them.
“Wan big owies!” Runt shouted as Flame bucked at Runt’s head, his hoof connecting with the still healing wound where an ear once sat. Robert grabbed Runt by the mane and slammed the crippled fluffy into the sorry box. Flame followed after Robert and began bucking at the cage door trying to get to Runt. Only one foal remained, the black one peeped while Rose cheerfully sang to the upset baby.
“Daddeh, Wunt get owies." Runt was clearly missing teeth now, and was bleeding from the mouth and ear. "Wunt wan owies! Owies make daddeh happeh! Make Wunt happeh!
