“Huu-Huu…” Willow sobbed softly into her hoof pads, she had been for several hours at this point. The distressed mare was a shade of sage green with a neatly combed brown mane. She sat in her safe room crying her hours away whilst the tv played in the background, filling the room with a mixture of playful spunds and the inconsolable sadness of a weeping fluff.
Willow thought back to when she was juat a little filly, her mummah loved her so much back then, they played every bright time but now? Her Mummah was gone at ‘work’ longer and longer, she said it was becahse she need more ‘money’. When she got back though her Mummah never wanted to play, she always went right to bed. It wasn’t fair! Why did she not love Willow as much anymore? Was it because she wasn’t a babby anymore?
And like a poison filling her body that thought infected her mind. Of course that was it, mummah loved babbehs! Who didn’t? They were the bestest things afterall. But that answer brought with it a question, how would Willow become a babbeh again? Her eyes narrowed and settled on the metal frame of her fluff bed. She would simply make herself smaller! Trotting over she tugged the mattress off of it with her teeth, pulling it to the side.
Taking a deep breath the fluff placed her back hooves between the boards, getting them nice and stuck before taking a deep breath and yanking as hard as she could. “SCREEEE!” The mare screamed out in pain as her lower legs were ripped off into bloody stumps. With tears in her eyes she repeated the proccess with her front legs, amputating the lower half of her front legs.
Dazed and in utter agony willow dragged herself onto one of her many blankets, setting herself down, waiting for her mummah to return with tears in her eyes. A combination of good luck from having her mummah get off work early and Willow resting on her stumps to slow the blood flow meant that the insane mare was still alive and awake when her mummah returned.
When the door to her safe room opened Willow lifted her head weakly, in the later stages of bloodloss. “W-Wook Mummah…A-Am widdwe b-babbeh 'gain…” Her head slumped back onto the floor. She didn’t get the reaction she wanted from her mummah, all she got was a scream to fill her ears in her final moments.
