“DUMMEH BABBEH NU NUM MIWKIES!” Cauliflower shouted as she shoved her ‘dummeh babbeh’ away from her teats. “Cawifowowa towd dummeh dat dummeh babbehs owny num poopies!” She continued as she shoved her filly again, this time she rolled all the way to the ‘poopies corner’ of the family’s little alleyway home. Cauliflower’s other two foals, both male and old enough to have been weaned days ago, were happily sucking away as the underdeveloped little filly sobbed into some of her brother’s milky wet shit, eventually forcing some of it down to stop the terrible pain in her tummy.
Once her colts were done nursing, Cauliflower still had plenty of milk in both tits, and she waddled her way over to the filly. “How muchies cawifowowa nee teww dummeh dat dummeh nu gonna hab miwkies?”
The filly looked up at her mom and tried to tell her that she wasn’t a dummy, but all that came out was “Muuuuhhhggg nnnnugn mmmmm”
“Dummeh nu eben tawkies wight, dat why yu num poopies” Cauliflower said as she pushed the filly’s face back down into the semi-liquid shit pool, forcing her to eat more until she was beyond full and ready to puke, although she knew that if she puked, Cauliflower would just make her eat it again.
“Dewe, pwenty ob nummies, now nu botha bessest mummeh!” Cauliflower said, walking back over to play with the colts.
The filly’s life had been like this ever since the day she opened her eyes. Even though she was the first to say mummah, and had gotten milkies that like normal, she then felt pain behind her see places. It was the worst of pains, and she feel to the ground and tried to ask Cauliflower for help, but all that came out was grunts and groans as she twitched on the ground. Cauliflower just laughed at ‘Siwwy babbeh’ and her antics, taking hours to realize something was wrong. It was only when the filly couldn’t respond to her yet again that Cauliflower took a close look at her daughter, suddenly realizing that her eyes didn’t point the right way.
“Cawifowowa undastan! Dis dummeh babbeh!” She slapped the filly away as she tried to say mummah again, but only managed a low mmmmmm sound. “Dummeh babbeh onwy num poopies, mummeh sabe gud nummies fow nu dummy babbehs.”
It was at this point that the filly had more head hurties, and while twitching on the ground again, she was surprised when she felt poopies leaving her unbidden and almost without warning.
“Ba’ dummeh babbeh!” Cauliflower scoulded her daughter before forcing the filly to eat all of the ‘dummeh poopies’ she had just made. The filly promptly vomited them up and was forced to eat them again.
“DUMMEH DUMMEH BABBEH! Am gud tink dat Cawifowowa am bessest mummeh su can teach dummeh fiwwy!” Cauliflower said before wandering off to threaten a cardboard box for being too wet.
As the days went on, the effects of the filly’s series of strokes became clear. She couldn’t form words, or really any sounds beyond grunts, moans, and screams. Her left eye pointed permanently down and to the right, and was also completely blind. She only had the briefest of warnings before her feces left her unbidden, and while she tried her best, she managed to reach the poopies corner less than half the time.
All the while, she was being force fed feces and whatever else happened to be on the ground, and as such, she was barely half the size of her brothers one day when a human noticed them.
“Gain wit dis? Dummeh babbeh onwy num poopies!” Again, the filly’s head was shoved into a fresh pile of fluffy shit.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Erinn gasped. She had been on her way home from eighth grade, and decided to take the alley shortcut that day when she came across the fluffy family.
GASP “Yu be nu mummeh fow Cawifowowa an’ babbehs? Am bessest mummeh wi’ bessest babbehs, 'cept dummeh babbeh.”
“I said what are you doing to your baby?” Erinn reiterated, pointing at the filly who’s head was still held down as she choked down ever more shit.
“Dis am dummeh babbeh su nu nee gud miwkies, bu den jus num poopies! Dis way Cawifowowa nu wasties miwkies on dummeh babbeh an hab mostest bessest miwkies fow gud babbehs!” Cauliflower said, very proud of her little system.
“THAT’S DISGUSTING!” Erinn shouted at the mare as she shoved the fluffy over and pulled the underweight filly out of the turd pile. “It’s okay little fluffy, you can come live with me and my family’s other fluffies.”
GASP “WIDDEH MUMMEH BE CAWIFOWOWA NU MUMMEH? WIDDEH MUMMEH BESSEST MUMMEH EBAH!” Cauliflower shouted in rapturous joy, her sons also bouncing with joy as they mocked the filly.
“HEWE DAT DUMMEH SISSY? YU NU HAB MIWKIES OW WIDDAH MUMMEH YU DUMMEH DUMMEH POOPIE DUMMEH!”
“NO-O-O WAY!” Erinn corrected the fluffy before kicking her to the alley wall, bowling the colts over on the as she rolled… “I’m only taking this tiny baby you were so mean to, you jerk. These other babies you have are jerks too, so how about this then.”
Erinn gently placed the little filly on the ground before picking up the cardboard box the family had been living in and placing it upside down over Cauliflower and her sons. Sounds of “nu wike sowwy bocks” and “EEP SCAWWY!” and the like could be heard as Erinn walked out of the alley, gently cradling the filly.
Days later.
The filly, who Erinn had named Acorn, had done her best to fit in at her new home, but she was struggling. Erinn’s other fluffies, Green and Orange both treated Acorn almost as badly as her mummeh had whenever Erinn wasn’t looking. Beyond that, Acorn kept getting in trouble as she only made it to the litter box in time around two-thirds of the time. Nonetheless, Erinn still loved Acorn, and played with her for hours every day.
While Erinn was at school, Erinn’s mom would leave the TV on as she was a single mother, and had to work every day. Since they weren’t rolling in cash, Erinn’s mother had decided against paying for FluffTV, instead opting to leave the TV tuned to channels meant for human children.
Even though Acorn couldn’t speak, she loved watching the TV, and loved the people on the TV who talked to her so nicely and taught her so many new things.
It wasn’t long before Acorn was using crayons to try and replicate what she saw on TV, drawing simple things like stick figure fluffies and humans. This was exceptional work for a fluffy, as most fluffies would intend to draw such things only to produce page after page of random scribbles.
When Acorn first approached Erinn with a stick figure drawing of three fluffies and two humans together, Erinn praised the little fluffy, even going so far as to give her one of the special sketti treats reserved for when the fluffies did something very good, or, more often, needed to be bribed.
Seeing Acorn get the sketti treat for her drawing, Green and Orange made sure that, from then on, every time Acorn made a drawing, one of them or the other would steal it and claim that they had both made it, and then Erinn would give both of them a treat, leaving Acorn alone wherever the two larger fluffies had shoved her that time.
As time went on, Acorn even started to draw letters that she had seen on the TV. Of course, she never managed to present any of these to Erinn, as the papers were always taken by Green or Orange, who were given love and attention for being such very smart fluffies.
Meanwhile, Erinn became increasing perturbed by constantly having to clean up after Acorn’s accidents. It all came to a head one day when she found Acorn next to a steaming fresh turd. “That’s it, I’ve had it with you, all you do is crap on the carpet and then mom makes me clean it up! I’m taking you back to where I found you!”
Erinn had not realized that Acorn had only shat on the floor because Orange had knocked her on her back and then stomped on her stomach with all his weight, jealous that the filly could make the special drawings and yet Orange, who was clearly smarter, could not.
Erinn held Acorn at arms length as she stomped back to the alley. The whole way Acorn was desperately trying to explain what happened, but all that came out were grunts, moans, and another round of involuntary feces.
On the way to the alley, Erinn passed a house with a large bay window, within which Cauliflower and her two sons could clearly be seen enjoying huge plates of spaghetti in their huge safe room.
“Guess your mom was right, all you’re good for is eating shit!” Erinn said as she shoved Acorn’s face into the poopies corner she had grown up in. Wiping her hands off on a nearby fluffy pony stallion, Erinn left Acorn and went back home.
Acorn sobbed loudly as she watched Erinn walk away until she was interrupted by being mounted and raped by three stallions who were wandering the alley. They kept at it all through the night and into the next day, long after Acorn had drowned on fluffy semen.
