Alice's Fluffies - Part 04 - Mummah No More - By Hornlarry (Booru ID 39204)

Alice was very sad about her birthday party. Claire’s fluffy Jelly had been very naughty, but so had lots of other fluffies. There had been two fluffy fights over pots of sketties, and two fluffies had been trodden on, one was hurt quite badly, but would be OK. Even worse though, one of the fluffies had HUMPED her fluffy, Wendy.

At first, Alice’s mummy though Wendy would be OK. She was just a young filly, and was probably too young for babies. But then, after a week, they could see that Wendy was getting fatter, and her belly was starting to swell.

“Be mummah soon! Bee mummah soon! Wendy am be mummah soon! Be mummah soon!” Wendy was singing. Alice told her mummy.

Mummy was very sad. She said that Wendy was too little to be a fluffy mummy, and that her babies would probably die! Even worse, there was a chance that she might die, or get really sick. Mummy said that she would have to take Wendy to the vets, to have the babies taken away. At first Alice thought the vets would adopt the babies, but then mummy explained that the babies would die. It would be OK though, as they were going to die anyway. Alice was very sad, but she knew it was for the best.

The next day, Alice’s mummy picked up Wendy, and put her in a cardboard box.

“Whewe taking Wendy?” the fluffy asked.

“We are going to the vets,” Alice’s mummy said.

“Nuu! VETS wiww take speciaw wumps!” the stupid fluffy said.

"You haven’t got any special lumps! Alice said, but didn’t want to tell Wendy the real reason she was going.


Once Wendy knew the VETS was not going to chop off any of her special parts, she relaxed. All the way to the vets, she sang to herself and her tummeh-babbehs, to keep them happy, and to keep hurty thoughts out of her mind.

“Be mummah soon! Bee mummah soon! Wendy am be mummah soon! Be mummah soon!”

The Alice-mummah said nothing, but looked down at her sadly. The vroom munstah just growled as they rode on its back.

“Mummah wuvs babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah, babbehs get miwkies, gwow up big an stwong!”

Wendy was so happy that she was going to be a mummah! It would be the bestest thing ever! They would be the cutest most specialest babies ever, and she would give them hugs and love and milkies, and run and play with them, and play blockies and ball, and snuggle up with them to sleep, and watch FluffTV!

The VETS was scary. Fluffies were crying. They were asking things like “Why daddah take weggies?” and “NU! Nu want wose speciaw wumps!” Wendy was afraid, but just kept singing to herself.


Wendy woke up, a long time later. She had had a dream about babies, but couldn’t remember any of it. She rolled over in her nesty, and saw her brother Humphrey and sister Rebecca, looking at her sadly. Why were they so sad? Why did her belly hurt so badly, was it the babies? The… BABIES!

Wendy stared at her belly. It was all small and shrivelled up! The swollen baby tummy was gone, and… and the babies were gone too! She didn’t know how it had happened, but they were gone forever.

Wendy cried and cried and cried, and cried some more. Rebecca and Humphrey gave her huggies, but it made no difference. Her babies were gone. She was a soon-mummah no more.


A couple of weeks later, Steve was alone in the house again. Mom was out shopping, Dad was away on business, and Alice was over at Stacey’s house, but had left the fluffies at home. It was time to have some fun.

“Hello Fluffies!” He said, walking into Alice’s room, and closing the door. He hadn’t hurt the fluffies in weeks, and they were much bigger now, nearly fully grown, but they still remembered, and quivered with fear when he entered the room. Rebecca tried to run away and hide, but he would find her.

“Pwease! Pwease nu huwt fwuffies!” begged Humphrey.

“Shut up you ball-less retard,” Steve told him, which made Humphrey shut his mouth pretty quickly. “You,” he said to Wendy, “come here.”

The yellow fluffy had red-rimmed eyes. She had been crying all night about her “tummy babies”. It was pathetic. Reluctantly the fluffy walked towards Steve.

“You, you’re the little shit-rat that has been crying all night. Why were you crying?”

The yellow fluffy looked up sadly at Steve, “Fwuffy am sowwy. Wendy am sad. Wose tummeh-babbehs… Wendy am soon-mummah nu mowe… sniff… Wendy can nu hav babbehs… evew… huuu huuu huuu…”

Steve was disgusted. The fucking shit rat was starting to cry again.

“You are so pathetic. You know the reason why you lost your babies? Its because they hated you,” Steve grinned as the fluffy looked up in shock, clearly so stupid and gullible that it would believe anything a human said. “The babies knew that you would be the most awful, most stupid, stinky, shitty horrible BAD MUMMAH ever. They knew you wouldn’t hug them, or love them, or feed them proper milkies and that you would just stomp on them and poop on them and be mean and laugh at them.”

“Nu!” the fluffy said, “Dat nu twue! Wendy wuv babbehs! Babbehs wuv Wendy!” but Steve cut her off.

“NO!” he shouted, “the babies told me they KNEW you were going to poop on them and be a horrid horrid mummah. They begged the VETS to take them, and give them to a NICE GOOD MUMMAH instead…”

“Nuu!” cried Wendy, “Mummah-Awice say babbehs gone fowevew sweepies… how dey tawk to big bwuddah?”

“Alice LIED. She hates you. She just PRETENDS to love you. The babies hate you too. They have a NEW mummah now, who loves them. Do you want to see them?” Steve asked, thinking of a clever plan.

Wendy blinked, “Babbehs? Can see babbehs? Weawy?!? Wendy wan see babbehs! Pwease big bwuddah, show Wendy babbehs!”

"OK, but it will just be on the iPad, you know, like on FluffTV.

“Wendy wan see! Show Wendy babbehs!” the fluffy begged, desperately.

Steve picked up the fluffies, who were all excited to see the babies. He sat them down on the bed, and opened up his browser on his iPad. Then, he selected a hidden folder of bookmarked fluffy abuse videos, and went to the adopted babies video.

“These are your babies, that is there NEW mummah. They love her, but they HATE you,” Steve told Wendy.

Wendy was trying not to cry, but was straining her neck to see the screen. Steve tilted it so she could see properly.

“Babbehs! Babbehs! Mummah am hewe! Mummah coming! Wiww giv babbehs hugs an wub an…”

“NO YOU STUPID CUNT!” Steve yelled, slapping the fluffy hard in the face. “They can’t HEAR you you fucking retard!”

Wendy started crying, but shut her mouth and started looking at the screen again. Humphrey opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it. Rebecca kept silent.

Steve clicked play on the video. There was a man’s voice talking to the fluffy.

MAN: “So fluffy, how do you like your adopted babies?”

FLUFFY: “Fwuffy WUV da babbehs… Wat happen to Fwuffy-babbeh-mummah?”

MAN: “She was a BAD Fluffy. Her babies had to be taken away. But you’re a good fluffy… aren’t you?”

“Babbehs!” Wendy yelled again.

“SHUT UP!” Steve yelled back, slapping her again, even harder this time.

FLUFFY: “Fwuffy am gud. Wiww give babbehs huggies and wuv and miwkies…”

MAN: “Do they have names yet?”

FLUFFY: “Siwwy hoomin, dey am onwy wittew chirpie babbehs. Nu open see-pwaces yet. Get names when can wun and pway an mummah know wat dey wike.”

MAN: “So… at the moment, they’re just little crap machines, drinking milk and pooping?”

FLUFFY: “Nu cwap machines… dey wittew chirpie babies.”

MAN: “Can I have one?”

FLUFFY: “Wha… wat hoomin wan wiv wittew fluffy babbeh?” the mare looked cautious and worried

MAN: “I just want to play with it. I’ll give it back.”

FLUFFY: “Oh… otay den… but hoomin be extwa cawefuww wiv wittew babbeh…”

The man in the video picked up the baby foal, with eyes still closed, and brought it towards the camera. Steve could hear Wendy gasp and Rebecca squee with delight as they got a good look at “Wendy’s” baby. Then the man took a scalpel, and sliced the baby’s stomach open, causing it to scream in a high pitched wail of agony.

“NUUUUU!” screamed fluffies, both on the bed and in the video.

In the video, the man starts to pull intestines out of the baby’s belly, showing them to the mummah, who screams and begs hysterically. Wendy was freaking out, and the other fluffies were begging the man in the video to stop, as if they were watching a live show, or the man could hear them. Steven paused the video.

“YOU STUPID FUCKING ASS-CLOWNS! ITS A FUCKING VIDEO! ITS NOT HAPPENING NOW! YOU CANT STOP IT! ALL THE BABIES ARE ALREADY DEAD! HE KILLS THE OTHER ONE WITH A HAMMER! THEN HE DROWNS THE THIRD ONE IN ACID! ALL YOUR BABIES ARE DEAD YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!”

“Nuuuuuuuuuuu!” screamed Wendy, crying her little eyes out. She was crawling towards the iPad, reaching toward the screen with her hooves, as if she could save her “babies” that way.

“YOU STUPID CUNT!” Steve continued, grabbing her and pinning her down. “They took your babies because you were TOO STUPID to have them. That’s why they put the metal claw up your cunt and ripped them out of you. You really want to see the rest of the video? OK, you can watch it.”

Steve pressed play and Wendy watched in horror as the man pulled the baby fluffy’s intestine’s out, while the “mummah” screamed and cried. Wendy cried too, and the other fluffies hid their eyes with their hooves. Steve decided to fuck with the fluffy some more. Lifting up her tail, he decided to poke around with her “special place” a bit.

Fuck. The fluffy had seriously grown since he flicked her there a few weeks ago. Her fluffy pussy was pink and swollen, and looked a bit like a real pussy. She even had tits right next to it, swollen with milk for her dead babies. Holding her down with one hand, Steven reached towards her little fluffy pussy, and spread it wide open. Wendy wriggled, but was horrified and transfixed by what was happening in the video. The man had taken the second foal from its adoptive mother, and was just about to hit it with the hammer. Steve felt his cock hardening.

MAN: "You are a BAD fluffy! You leave me no choice.

FLUFFY: “NUUU! BABBEH!”

SMACK. The hammer flew down onto the foals body, crushing it to a pulp, and exploding organs and blood all over the countertop. Some even flew and splattered the camera lens.

“BABBEHS!!!” Wendy screamed, struggling to free herself from Steve’s grasp, desperate to somehow get inside the iPad and save her lastest baby.

Steve was fully erect by this point. As the fluffy watched the screen in horror, he was staring at her struggling pussy. If she wanted “special huggies” so much, he would give them to her. She looked like she would be really tight. Steve wondered if it would feel the same as a real girl, not that he had ever had one.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung wide open. It was Steve’s mom, back from the store, with her friend Susan. They stared in total shock at Steve, who was holding his erect cock in one hand, and a stuggling exposed fluffy’s ass with the other. In the background, a man was drowing a baby fluffy in a vat of concentrated acid, and fluffy screams, both live and recorded, filled the air.

“STEVEN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” His mother demanded.

Steven knew he was in a WORLD of shit.


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I’ll post part 5 in a moment now, because Alice’s Fluffies is an aside from the main developing stories in the Jellyverse.

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Welp, Steve has exceeded all expectations. He is and has really messed up. How old was he again?

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I never wrote his exact age but I imagined him to be about 13 years old. I’ve just posted part 5 which is about the aftermath of this chapter.

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Finally! That fucker gettin his fucking shit this time!!! :grimacing:

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Steve you retard

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Oh Steve, I hope everyone at school finds out.

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i hope steve gets beaten with a metal bat for this stupid ass shit he pulled lmao, fluffies can talk fucking moron

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so Wendy is spayed?