Abandoned Angel
Part 50: Mary’s Back And You’re Gonna Be In Trouble
Mary knew Robert was at work. Mary also knew Robert had Flame, Rose, and Runt. Rose must’ve had her babies by now. Her key didn’t work on the front door. That silly Robert, always playing hard to get. As usual, he had forgotten to lock the side door to the garage. Lucky! Slipping into the garage quietly, she had wanted to give Robert quite a surprise. And she came prepared for quite a surprise.
“Mummah?!” Rose shouted from her bed in the garage. She missed her mummah so badly that she had chest hurties. She had chest hurties when her babbehs went away, but that wasn’t as bad and soon forgotten, but not as bad as not seeing her mummah. Flame and Runt were a good consolation, but they couldn’t replace mummah. “Wub mummah!”
Flame’s eyes went huge and he ran head first into the garage door with a loud bang. His body limp and a moaning “huuuuu” escaping his mouth. Mary smiled, they hadn’t forgotten her. She did notice that his fur was much cleaner now, no matting or disheveled fluff. Even Runt looked better.
“Mummah?” Runt looked confused and shook his head, as if there was something he could remember, but shouldn’t. Runt awkwardly pulled himself towards Mary. His front hooves straining to pull the full grown fluffy, his rear legs lifelessly trailing behind him, his wings hanging flaccid at his sides. Runt looked a bit silly to Mary, at least he had ever since she cut off his left ear. Even the feathers grew back. “MUMMAH!” He shouted as he started to remember. “Daddeh nu gib owies. Daddeh nu happeh. Wunt wan make hoomins happeh! Gib owies? Gib owies, make mummah happeh?”
Runt wanted his mummah to be happy, the happiest she could be! He wanted it so desperately, so badly that his chest had owies. Sometime time ago, when mummah and later his new daddeh weren’t around to stop him, he would make Flame give him owies. It wasn’t the same. And it confused Runt so much that daddeh wouldn’t give him owies no matter how he begged and pleaded. Why could he remember that now? It didn’t matter, mummah was here!
Mary ignored Runt as her attention was on Rose. “Where are your babies?”
“Babbehs aww gone.” Rose simply said. Mary knew it was pointless to try to get any details out of Rose. Rose wasn’t smart, even by fluffy standards. “Wose wan mo babbehs! Buh daddeh say nu mo babbehs.” He ears drooped, crestfallen.
Well, this just wouldn’t do. All the work she put into these three and Robert had screwed it all up. Mary knew she didn’t have the time to fix his meddling into her fluffy family, even if it was now their fluffy family. Their family. She was going to marry him tonight, skipping state lines and eloping! They could start a new fluffy family.
“Runt, you want owies, do you? And Rose wants babies? Flame, what do you want?” Flame had finally gotten up and scurried under the work bench. He mumbled some nonsense about mummah and daddeh, mostly gibberish. Totally ruined. He was the hardest to break, too.
“Wunt wan make mummah happeh!”
“Wose wan babbehs! Wan mummah happeh!”
Mary held Runt over Rose with one hand, her other hand grabbing Rose’s tail. “Runt, you’re gonna make your mommy have babies.”
A look of terror crossed his face. That was terrible, horrible! The worst! Every fluffy knew not to give special huggies to their mummah! “Nu! Nu wan spechew huggies!” His front legs fought uselessly against Mary. “Nu spechew huggies mummah!”
Mary shoved Runt against Rose. Rose, more than willing, was singing some horrid song about special huggies and babies. Rose’s tail out of the way, Mary used her now free hand to force Runt to mate with his mother. “Nuuuu! Huuuu…” Runt sobbed and Mary ignored the protests. Like father, like son, Mary thought, bemused. It wasn’t long ago that Flame sobbed as he was forced to fuck Rose.
“Huuu…. Enf enf… Huuu…” Runt clumsily humped against his mother. With his rear legs crippled, his effort was stilted and pathetic.
“Much better.” She still held Runt up by the scruff of his neck. Rose still cooed and sang about special huggies and best babies. “Rose, do you want mommy to be happy?”
“Wan mummah be happeh! Gib best babbehs!” The legless giant fluffy rocked back and forth.
Mary whispered words of encouragement to Runt as she wrapped her fingers around Rose’s neck. Slowly squeezing. “Muh… Mumm… “ Gasp! “Babb…!” Rose’s mouth worked but no sound came out. Tears formed. The garage was silent, save for Runt’s sobs and enfs.
Rose went limp in Mary’s hand. “Runt. You’re fucking your dead mom.”
“NUU! MUMMAH! WAN MUMMAH! NU FOWEVA SWEEPIES!” Mummah! Why did mummah give forever sleepies to mummah!? Why did mummah make Runt give special huggies to mummah?! He’d never get to sleep next to her warm fluff again. His chest made the worst owies. Inside it hurt so much. He started smacking Rose’s back with his hooves, “Wake up, mummah! Nu sweepies! Huuuuu!”
His cries did nothing for Mary. It was almost pathetic, she thought. It just didn’t have the same thrill that it used to. “Make me happy, Runt.”
Runt looked up at Mary, “Gib Wunt owies?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Wunt hab wowst owies in chestier…”
There was nothing left to do, nothing left for her to break. Runt had no more purpose for her. With both hands she squeezed the last breath from him. Both mother and son left on the bed. Both mother and son cooling and lifeless. For the longest time Mary stood over them, staring at them, at her handiwork.
Mary didn’t even hear Flame walk up. “Mummah?”
“Yes, Flame?” He was so clean and pretty. The least Robert could do is keep them dirty like the filthy animals they are.
“Fwame wan wowst owies, wan foweva sweepies…”
“Do you, now?” Her eyebrow raised. Flame never asked for pain. “Why do you want owies?”
Flame walked to Rose and gave her still muzzle a hug and did the same to Runt. “Fwame wan be wif spechew fwiend. Fwame wub Wose. Fwame wan be wif Wunt. Fwame wan gib huggies to Wunt and Wose!” His fur wet around his eyes. “Gib foweva sweepies, wan be wif famiwy. Fwame neba gib huggies tu Wunt or Wose! Mummah nu wet Fwame gib huggies. Fwame gib huggies in foweva sweepie time.”
She leaned closer to Flame. He trembled as she whispered into his ear. “Do you know how many of your babies I’ve killed? Do you know how many of your babies I’ve given forever sleepies?”
Softly, “nu… Fwame nu can count dat high…”
“Neither can I.”
It could be considered Mary’s only act of kindness or mercy. It could be considered Mary’s act of destroying what Robert corrupted. It could be considered Mary’s utmost act of destroying another living and thinking creature. Mary did not kill Flame, nor did she even touch him. Out of compassion or her desire to destroy. Mary left Flame alone, denying the fluffy forever sleepies. Flame stared at her with pleading eyes, flanked by his mate and his child, both forever sleeping.
