@qwertytf idea from the two sentence story idea thread
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“Hewwo? Hewwwoooo? Babbehs?” Kiki stepped carefully through some of the wiry brush that made up the backyard of her owner’s estate. A massive plot of land with an inner wooded area, a creek running through, several buildings placed throughout. The garage for recreational vehicles, small barns that housed either chickens or sheep, storage buildings. It was a place that would be easy to lose a couple of babbehs, that much you can be assured. One good thing was that the yard happened to be fenced in, though that hope meant little for something which had to do a search using stubby li’l fluffy legs.
What about Kiki, you may be wondering? Not your typical mare, no. This was a fluffy who had won the ‘Fancy Fluff’ contest each year she had entered and had been on the cover of many a hobbyist magazine. Mono colored, that color being a cotton candy pink that seemed to flare in any type of light. Her coat was even more poofy than other fluffies and it really did look like a carnival treat had grown legs and was coming toward you whenever she came trotting up excitedly.
Flipping over a rock in hopes of finding her babbehs there, all she found was a squiggly worm and a few pillbugs that curled up after being exposed to sunlight. “Teehee…sowwy fwends, Kiki am wookin’ for babbehs.” Embarrassed, the fluffy carefully positioned the rock back over the buggies and went over to a collection of wildflowers. Prancing around the flowers, she nudged some out of the way and looked here and there. Still no babbehs. But! There was a butterfly. Butter yellow and pale white. Giving a frisky wave of her tail, she happily followed it around without a thought in her mind until it fluttered too high and left her alone again.
Hmm. What had she been doing? Something important, that much was for sure. Getting nummies? No, her tummy was full of nummies because she was a good fluffy that got lots of spoiling. Oh! Maybe making gud poopies? Looking back behind her shoulder, she queried her fat ass: “Yew nee’ make gud poopies?” It didn’t though. Tongue blipping out her mouth just a bit to expose the soft pink that blended quite well with her fluff, the cogs turned in her head until finally her dumb brain spat out what her current hang-up was. BABBEHS
“Babbehs! Mummah am hewe! Pwease come tu mummah!” Hooves trampling along the grass until she came up to the barn holding the sheep, she wrinkled her nose. Yes yes, fluffies were usually stinky but this one was quite well groomed. Meanwhile these sheep were smelly! Kiki didn’t like coming over here but it was important. Eyes scanning through the group of meandering barnyard animals, she nosed up to the fence keeping them from roaming about.
“Hewwo fwends. Kiki am mummah an’ babbehs am su wost. Pwease hewp mummah fin’ widdew babbehs, pweasies an’ fank yew.” They didn’t answer her right away. In fact they were mostly interested in having their nummies or making poopies. Huffing and puffing, the mare got super serious and started tapping a hoof on the grass.
“Yew beddah hewp Kiki wite naow! Naow naow naow, pwease! Teehee…” After a demand like that, how could they possibly deny her? Instead all she got in response was an incredibly loud bleat. The noise caused her to squeal, flop to the ground and waggle her weggies around, go rolling off into a nearby bush because she was too scared to remember how her legs worked. Peeking out from behind a branch, she took a deep breath and realized that they weren’t going to num her. All the same, these meanies weren’t helping her either.
Horrible images begin to play through her mind of what could have possible happened to her poor widdew innycent pwecious babbehs. Maybe a huge bird came down and picked them up. Tears rose to her eyes. Or little green daddehs in a flying sketti dish came and zapped them up and took them into space like in the movie her owners watched. She didn’t know what space was except the vague idea that was up in the sky, so she’d look up there. Pure blue with a few wispy clouds though she stared at the sun for a few moments and say: “Pwease gib babbehs back! Dey nee’ mummah, space daddehs!”
Of course the sun didn’t answer back. This story would be far more interesting had it done so, but for now all Kiki got for her efforts were black spots in her vision and a blurry feeling in her head. Stumbling around, she started to make her way to the back porch of the house.
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Unbeknownst to our worried heroine, trouble was brewing up on the porch. There happened to be a little hole tunneled out along the fence line on the property. Not big enough for much more than a fluffy, but it so happens that fluffies are the exact ones to have used it to get in.
This wasn’t a herd, no. A herd would indicate that they were serving some central focus on community. Survival. These were a bunch of stallions that had banded together to form a gang. Yes, a fluffy gang. One dangerous collection of ruffians led by an especially rotten red & yellow unicorn named Hotdog. His crew numbered 10 different stallions who met around the same time every day then went on to cause chaos all over town. Their name? Da Bad Boyz.
Earlier that day they’d pooped in a sandbox, knocked over a trashcan, and kept going when they saw a stop sign. Yeah you could say they were pretty much the talk of the town at this point and nobody could stop them.
After wriggling down under the fence and inspecting the huge yard that lay before them, Hotdog brashly declared: “Dis am nyu secwet hidey-pwace! Am Bad Boyz naow!” This caused his followers to loudly cheer in response, especially since once they meandered up over the lawn they came across a bunch of bowls laid out on the back porch of the housie. Well, five bowls which was more than none and they couldn’t count anyways.
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“Am suu bad mummah. Am wowstest mummah. Huuhuu, Kiki su dummeh fo’ wosin’ bestest babbehs.” Tears tracked down her little cheeks. How could she explain to her own mummah and daddeh what had happened? They had only let her have babbehs because she’d done so good at winning fluffy contests and now they were gone. Imagination going into overdrive, she conjured up thoughts that the judges of former contests showed up and said ‘What a bad mummah’ and took all her pretty ribbons ‘n trophies away while waggling their index fingers in a disapproving manner.
Well…that was OK. If finding her babbehs meant that she had to admit to losing them in the first place, that was OK. All she wanted was to find them safe and sound, then they could say whatever they wanted about her. Stepping up to the back porch, she saw something moving around along with the hungry noises of kibble being eaten. Ears perking up, her hooves scrabbled up the wooden staircase leading up to where all their food was set out during the day.
“BEBBEHS!” Such a happy squeal from her that quickly deflated once she saw that it wasn’t her beloved little ones. No, it was just fluffies. Well…mummah and daddeh said that she wasn’t supposed to play with fluffies that she didn’t know. They could have fleas or cooties, maybe. But wait! They were numming HER BABBEHS FOOD.
Stomping a hoof down on the porch, Kiki puffed her cheeks out and angrily challenged the ten stallions.
“Nu num doze nummies! Dey am ‘fo babbehs tu gwow big and stwong!” Pinning her ears back, she wasn’t about to let these strangers steal food out of her babbeh’s mouths. They’d need to recover their strength once they came home from space or being stolen by pirates, whatever had happened.
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Hotdog looked up from the bowl in which he’d been engorging himself from. That was a mare voice. Impossible! To be in the Bad Boyz, you had to have a peepee. That was one of the ONLY rules. Finding himself accosted by Kiki, he straightened up and walked over to her.
“Dis am Bad Boyz hidey-pwace naow and aw da nummies am fwuffy’s nummies!” He sneered at her, the mare nervously inching back. By now the rest of his gang had stopped eating and fanned out behind him, willing to back up their leader. Though it wasn’t much of a threat as this was just one mare and what could she do? Make miwkies and have babbehs? That’s all mares could ever do!
Acting like he owned the whole joint, Hotdog pushed up on Kiki and attempted to get what he was owed: Kissies. Watching in horror as he attempted to try and tonguepunch her kibblehole, the show fluffy turned tail and went skittering down porch stairs.
“HEWP MUMMAH, BABBEHS! DEWE AM BAD FWUFFIES AN’ MUMMAH SCAWDIES!”
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Instead of engaging in pursuit, Hotdog and his crew let Kiki be. They were Da Bad Boyz after all and had trouble to engage in. Bowls of food got knocked over to send kibble rattling out on the porch. A really nice grill/smoker/frying set-up got farted on. Potted plants found themselves rocked over, pretty flowers tugged right out of the soil and shaken around. One of the fluffies took to yelling at the housing, calling it a dummeh as if it had feelings to hurt. Oh yes, they were really laying down the huwties.
Their activities along with Kiki’s screams for help would awaken the other occupants of this yard. Out in a pile basking in the sun were a group of muscular Cani Corso. Three black brindled males along with a chestnut brindled bitch. All had intact ears and tails because mutilating dogs is for morons and you shouldn’t do it, and each were good in their own right. They’d been enjoying this nap out in the sunshine, jowls dripping with drool and hind-legs kicking out on occasion.
One jerked up abruptly, shaking his boxy head around with such force to send out cables of sticky drool. His siblings followed, each popping up and tensing in response to their mummah crying out for aid. A low growl roiled out among the grip, paws pounding out along the lawn as they charged out toward the back porch.
“Fwuffies am bestest fwuffies! Am bestest ebah! Am da baddes’ boyz and do dancies!” Hotdog gloated out while looking out over the back porch. He could see Kiki out there, once more hiding in a bush. Half her butt was sticking out of it so it wasn’t that hard to find her. Up on his hind-legs, the gang leader did dancies and shook his peepee around to further cause trouble for the world.
There were loud thumps out from behind him along with tiny whimpering sounds that erupted into full on screams of terror. Terror? This was time to gloat. Well, maybe they were just trying to scare the dummeh mawe by acting like they were scared. Turning to face the rest of his crew, Hotdog was met with something that caused him to void his bowels on the spot.
After having been woken up from their fitful rest, each cane corso made a beeline right for the porch and had bounded over the railing to seize upon fluffy invaders. Two already lay dead on the porch, their esophagus’s crushed with pools of blood leaking out onto the wooden deck below.
“HEWP! EEEEE! SO MANY HUWTIES!” A blue & orange pegasus squealed in absolutely agony after one of the barky-munstahs had taken his wings into it’s jaws and yanked him to the ground. Standing over the fluffy, the massive canine began plowing down on his face with one of it’s paws. Skeins of skin and flesh unraveled from it’s face along with the flap of it’s scalp and mane. Claws fitting down against the bottom jaw, the dog tore it right off. Purely by accident really. Watching the fluffy waggle it’s tongue around freely and make gurgling sounds, the attacker lifted up a leg and pissed on him before moving on to another toy.
“NUUHUUU!” Screeched a poopie stallion who had gotten in with this gang to raise his social credibility. Really, he should have stayed at home and been happy that someone had adopted him instead of traveling around with Da Bad Boyz. Now fangs had seized over his spine down to his stomach and he was being shaken fiercely by a cane corso that was having the time of her life. Shake-shake-shake! Just like with her favorite rope toy! It was such an incredibly force that the fluffy could actually feel his brain rattling around and it felt like his body was unraveling at the seams. Weggies began flying off his body from the sheer force, helicoptering in different directions. Normally he’d cry for them to return but it was hard to form anything more than a primal scream. Eyeballs flew out along the porch as they were shaken right out of his stupid li’l skull and then his entire abdominal cavity burst open like a wet paper sack, stinking intestines spilling out along the porch. Finally releasing the fluffy, the dog watched with the dopey expression common of the breed as it sailed up and onto the roof. It slid, dropped and hung from a gutter from a flap of skin. Somehow, inexplicably, the poor dumbass was still alive. Peeping pitifully and welcoming death.
This was too much for Hotdog. Da Bad Boyz was no more. No no no, he was a good boy now. Running off of the porch, he made a beeline right for the bush that Kiki was still hiding in.
“Dis am Hawtdawg pwace naow! Am gibbin’ YEW to bawky-munstahs!” He declared, dragging her out by the tail and worming his way into the bush.
Giving a sniffle, Kiki looked up as the Cane Corso entourage made their way from the gore slicked porch and over to her.
“BEBBEHS!” So happy! These were her babbehs! Sure they were bigger than her, but they were her beloved sweetie wubby widdew ones! In a mummah’s eyes, their children would always be just how they were when they first got them and she was no different. Kiki had run the show fluffy circuit for so long that by the time she retired, she was no longer able to have fluffy babies. Of course her mummah and daddeh could have adopted a litter for her, but they were smart. What was more flimsy than a fluffy? The answer: Nothing. Dogs were the obvious choice and they’d always wanted to add some to the family. Having taken care of these four since they were weaned, the Cani Corso found her to be just as she thought of herself. Their mother or at least something approximating it. She was the one who had shown them how to eat out of their own kibble bowls, had been the one to keep them clean, showed them new and fun games to play. Sure the fluffy didn’t look like them or smell like them but she had always loved them and they loved her right back.
“Suu diwteh.” Booboo juice all over her precious babbehs. Tongue flicking out, she tried to clean their coats off. It was yucky but it was something that mummahs needed to do. Dirty babbehs was something that nobody wanted, that was for sure. Giving a nudge with it’s muzzle, one of them gently moved Kiki aside and nosed toward the bush where Hotdog was hiding.
Looking up to the dog, the stallion trembled and shook his head. “A-Am omwy widdew babbeh…it am assident…Hawtdahg am gud boy…” Peeping pitifully, he felt jaws clamp down right on his nutsack and haul him out from the hiding place.
“SPECHAW WUMPS! NUUUU!” Hooves scrabbling out, he attempted to get away but was dragged out to bear. All four canines circled around him, jowls quivering with excitement. This was their last toy! Only one moving, anyways. Growls issued around, some snapping as well as they began getting competitive over it. Kiki recognized what it was right away and was there to give her babbehs some instruction.
“Naow guddest bestest babbehs! Yew am shawe! Toysies am ‘fo shawsies! Nu meanies tu bwuddahs o’ sissies.” Somehow, inexplicably, they seemed to understand her. Just as they did when they were younger and would get upset over one of their littermates playing with a ball they were obsessing with.
Each doggy got a turn with their last toy as Kiki watched on with wide beaming eyes, proud that her babbehs were suuuuuu well behaved and sharing!
