Babbehs Make Everything Better. Right? Ch. 1 [By BFM101]

“Daddeh. Wan babbehs.”

Zach closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment before looking up from his newspaper, his Fluffy Mary, a soft orange Pegasus with a yellow mane, was looking up at him expectantly, her face wide and smiling as she bounced on her tiny legs.

On the TV screen behind her, The Mummah Hour was playing. Zach had been deligent in blocking any ‘problem’ shows from his Fluff-TV subscription, no ‘Dancie-Babbehs’, no ‘Best In Show Babbehs’, not even the educational ‘All Babbehs Are Good Babbehs’. But those insidious bastards at Hasbio were always coming out with more programming to beat the block, from what Zach could see, The Mummah Hour was just a compilation of happy Fluffy mothers feeding, singing and playing with their foals, all while soft lighting and a fucking piano lullaby made it all seem so wonderful and dreamlike.

It was marketed as relaxing background noise for new mothers, but Zach knew better than that.

“Daddeh, Mawy wan babbehs.”

Zach looked back down at Mary, her smile dropped slightly in the 5 seconds of silence since her first decree. Zach took a deep sigh and put down his newspaper.

“Mary, you can’t have any babies right now. We don’t have the space for them.”

“Heh heh, siwwy daddeh, babbehs am onwy wittew fings, dey nu take up woom.”

“What about when they become big Fluffies, and what about feeding them?”

“Mawy be gud mummah, gib dem miwkies.”

“Are you just going to give them milk their whole life? What if they want to have big Fluffy food that daddy has to buy with his money, money he doesn’t have right now? What if they want sketti?”

Mary gasped, she never considered that she’d be denying her hypothetical children the wonders of sketti. Sketti only came from daddeh, and if daddeh couldn’t make any…

“Bu… babbehs make ebewy-fing betta.”

“Really? What do you need ‘made better’? You have enough toys to keep you entertained for hours, you never go hungry, you have a warm bed, a comfy home, I’ve never used the sorry-stick or the sorry box on you because you’ve been so well-behaved, I even give you sketti once a week. So tell me Mary, what about your life needs to be made better?”

Mary stared at Zach for a moment, he could almost see the little cogs in her heads turning ever so slowly. After a longer than he expected moment of silence, Mary blinked and smiled again.

“Mawy need babbehs.”

Zach sighed again. “No you don’t Mary, you just think you do because you think they’re cute. You’re not prepared for foals and neither am I. Now stop asking or no dinner tonight.”

Zach picked up his newspaper just as Mary looked like she was about to argue, but she stopped herself just in time. Mary dropped her head sullenly and trudged back to her safe-room.

“Okay daddeh.”

Zach looked over his paper and watched her leave. He felt a little shitty about the whole thing but the timing just wasn’t right, between his divorce and his work cutting his hours he was barely holding on to what little money he had. Thank God Fluffy kibble was dirt-cheap and second-hand toys were plentiful.

He had meant to get Mary spayed, but it was his wife’s infertility and the blame game between them that broke down their marriage and at the time he couldn’t bring himself to do that to another creature, especially one as loving as Fluffies. By the time his head was in the right place, Mary was already too old to perform the procedure on without severe emotional trauma. He always knew the ‘wan babbeh’ moment was a risk, but it was better than risking a stallion humping everything in the house.

But still, things were looking brighter, his ex-wife was getting remarried soon so alimony wouldn’t be an issue, and his work was starting to pick up again and were looking to promote him for his years of service, which would balance out his loss of wages. If he could convince Mary to wait a little bit, then he’d see about letting her have some kids.

She was a good Fluffy, she’d earned it.

Mary didn’t understand it. She was a good Fluffy, what had she done to deserve this?

How could her daddy not understand that babbehs were the best thing EVER? They were so cute and playful and beautiful and fun and, and and… they just made life worth living.

Maybe it was because daddy didn’t have babbehs of his own, he couldn’t understand how amazing they were. Mary felt sad for her daddy thinking about that, but then she realised, if she was able to show him how good babbehs were, then he’d have to understand why she needed to have them.

Mary ran through the hallway towards the backdoor, quickly she squeezed through the Fluffy-Door and into the garden, she didn’t even stop to admire the pretty flowers blooming in the summer air, her mind focussed on the task at hand.

Pulling herself through the picket-fence at the edge of the garden, Mary thought about how clever she was, she’d find a stallion to give her tummeh-babbehs, come back home, tell her daddy that she was a soon-mummah and so couldn’t hurt her, and spend the time before the babbehs came to teach her daddy why babbehs were so good.

Mary chuckled to herself as she waddled away from her home. This was going to be easy.

It took less than an hour before Mary realised she was lost. Despite having only walked in a straight line since leaving her home she had no idea where she was an in a panic, had gotten turned around. She ran towards a nearby bush and hid away, all the houses in the suburbs looked the same and the fields running alongside the houses leading into the forest was an endless sea of green that stretched further than Mary could even think.

She was utterly terrified, her sheltered life not preparing her for the immensity of the outside world. Cowering underneath her hoofs, Mary cried and wet herself.

“Huu, nu wike scawy ousside, nu wan be awone.”

“Hewwo?”

Mary jumped, there was a voice nearby, another Fluffy. She turned quickly and looked around before seeing another bush shake as a broad unicorn stallion climbed out of his own hiding place. His Fluffy was vibrant green, his mane a sharp red, his horn seemed to catch the sunlight. He was a magnificent specimen, and Mary felt her body quiver at the sight of him.

“Hewwo, nyu fwiend?” The stallion asked Mary.

She nodded. “Yeh, nyu fwiend. Am Mawy.”

“Am Cwova, wha Mawy duin hewe?”

“Huu, Mawy’s daddeh say nu can hab babbehs, bu babbehs make ebewyfing betta. Mawy wan hab babbehs su can show daddeh dey am bestesh fing eba, bu Mawy nu hab tummeh-babbehs an nyo am wost.”

Clover was shook. “Dat am su sadies, babbehs am bestesh fing, daddeh am dummeh fow nu wetting pwetty mawe hab babbehs.”

Mary blushed at the compliment.

Clover motioned back towards a large hedge further down the field. “Come, Cwova take yu tu hidie home, keep Mawy safe den wook fow daddeh in da bwite-times.”

With Clover leading her, Mary followed the handsome stallion back to his home, she was happy to have a new friend, she no longer felt scared and could even enjoy the warm air breezing past her. If she had her daddeh this would be perfect.

Upon reaching the hedge, Clover pushed some branches out of the way and led Mary inside to a little clearing, and she had to admit, while it was dirtier than she was used to, the little bubble of comfort looked very safe and very cozy, the sharp branches having been chewed away to leave enough room for a Fluffy or Fluffies to rest or play, the bedding area was set with old newspaper and even a small pile of food lay nearby.

“Dis am Cwova homesie, Mawy can stay as wong as she wan.”

“Fank yu Cwova, Mawy hab biggesh heawt-huwties fow bein wost, nu hab huwties nu mowe.”

Clover smiled and picked up an apple core from his food pile to give to Mary. “Hab nummies, need west wen wook fow daddeh.”

Mary nodded and happily started chewing on the core, not even realising how hungry she was until she started eating. Clover sat lay down beside her and munched on a cold piece of pastry, likely from a sausage roll or similar.

“Fank yu gain Cwova fow hewping Mawy, an fow gibben nummies.”

“Day ok, Cwova am happy tu hewp pwetty mawe.”

There it was again, he called her pretty. Mary suddenly felt very nervous, she’d thought finding a stallion, getting tummeh-babbehs and going back home would be simple, but she’d already lost her home, who’s to say she was wrong about everything else. What if getting tummeh-babbehs was harder than she was expecting, what could she even say to Clover to convince him to give her any?

What if she was making a mistake?

“Enf, enf, enf, enf, enf, enf.”

A couple hours later, it didn’t matter. Mary couldn’t even remember if it was her or Clover that made the first move, all she was focussed on was the warm feeling pulsing from her special-place.

“Enf, enf, enf, enf, enf.”

“Cooo, wub speciaw-huggies, fank yu speciaw-fwiend.”

“Enfenfenfenfenfenfenfenf… GUD FEEWS!”

Mary felt something tickle her inside as Clover collapsed off of her. She turned to the panting stallion and cuddled up next to him, rubbing her nose against his.

“Fank yu speciaw-fwiend, Mawy knyo am soon-mummah nyo.”

“Cwova hab biggesh heawt-happies, wub speciaw-fwiend.”

The two of them spent the night singing sweet nothings into each other’s ears as the sun slowly set on their first day together.

Mary and Clover fell into a good routine together, Clover would go out to find nummies while Mary stayed at home and cleaned up, then when he returned they would play together until it was time for bed.

Mary was indeed pregnant and she was more than content to spend her days singing to her unborn foals, telling them how much she loved them and all the things she was going to show them.

Well… not everything, it took Mary some time to realise that now she was an outside Fluffy, she couldn’t show her babbehs the wonders of Fluff-TV, or a warm bath, or even skettis now that she didn’t have a daddeh to make it for her.

Mary thought she heard someone shouting her name a few days ago, but she was too scared to go look, in case it was a trap. She knew humans could be tricky and even if it was her daddeh, he might be angry with her for leaving for so long. She hated giving her daddeh heart-hurties, but she had to put her babbehs first.

Ever strong, Mary decided she would do her best to make it up to her foals, she didn’t need Fluffy TV when they had the biggest grassie play-pen in the world, she didn’t need warm baths when she was happy to give her babbehs lickie-cleans all day and every day, and while she would miss Skettis, Clover had found her so many new and delicious nummies that she knew her foals would never starve.

She thought this one summer night as she lay down humming to her babbehs whilst Clover nestled beside her. As he looked up, he saw a single tear fall down her cheek.

“Wai speciaw-fwiend hab see-pwace wawa? Am sadies?”

Mary shook her head. “Hab biggesh happies, hab bestesh tummeh-babbehs an bestesh speciaw-fwiend, Mawy wub yu.”

“Cwova wub yu tuu.”

The pair held each other close as they drifted off to sleep.

“HNNNGGGHHHH. BIGGESH POOPIES!”

Mary was not prepared for the pain. Her special place seemed to be burning up as an unholy pressure tried to force its way out of her. Clover did what he could to calm her down, but he was almost as clueless as she was.

“It ok speciaw-fwiend, babbehs come, nu be angwy at wittew babbehs.”

“NNNAAGGGHHH! Babbehs pwease! Nu gib mummah huwties, huu, huu.”

A shotgun blast of liquid shit fired out of her, messing up their home, Mary wanted to cry about the no-smell-pretties but her focus was on the agony pushing out of her. Slowly but surely, she felt something pass through her special-place until there was a momentary relief followed by a soft ‘Peep?’.

“Babbeh?”

Clover nodded. “It babbeh, pwettiesh babbehs eba.”

“Wet Mawy see, wan gib… GGGGGHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

More pain, more pressure, more bad poopies. Mary didn’t understand why her babbehs were hurting her so much, she had loved them from the moment she could feel them in her tummy, she’d fed them, sung to them, promised them everything she could offer and more and now they were trying to tear her apart.

For a brief moment, Mary was scared she’d made a mistake.

That moment passed to be replaced with more screaming and pain. Over the next little while, Mary strained, pushed, passed and repeated the delivery six times. By the time that it was over, she just wanted to lay down and sleep for the longest time, but Clover nudged her awake.

“Stay wakies speciaw-fwiend, babbehs need miwkies.”

Milk, of course, she hadn’t fed her foals yet. Righting herself up, Mary picked up the closest foal and gently licked it clean of the afterbirth, it wriggled in her hoofs before she placed it down on one of her teats and latched on for dear life. She repeated this for the other five foals, swapping out two of them feeding whilst holding the other four in her chest to keep them warm.

“Mummah wub babbehs, babbehs wub mummah, dwink da miwkies, gwow big an stwong.”

Mary kept singing as Clover pulled the first two foals away from their feeding, eliciting rebellious little chirps from the newborns, and replaced them with two of their siblings. The six foals were split evenly between boys and girls. They had a unicorn colt with green Fluff and yellow mane, two Pegasus colts, one monochrome yellow, the other red with an orange mane, one unicorn filly, red with a green mane and two Alicorn fillies, one monochrome orange, the other brown with a green mane.

Clover looked at the brown filly, then at Mary. “Speciaw-fwiend, wha fink bout dat babbeh?”

Mary looked at her brown daughter quizzically. “Babbeh nu as pwetty as udda babbehs, an Mawy nu knyo wai she hab wingies AN pointie, but she stiww babbeh, Mawy stiww wub hew.”

Clover breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he didn’t have to worry about poopies or monsters with Mary, he’d seen too many mothers in his old herd reject good foals because of their appearance. Satisfied that all was well, Clover removed the two feeding foals and placed the final two, the Alicorn fillies, on for their feeding.

“Dis am bestesh bwite-time, Cwova wub speciaw-fwiend an babbehs.”

“Mawy wub Cwova tuu, hab biggesh…”

‘CHIRP!!! Peep peep, chirp’.

Mary looked down between her legs as her two daughters, neither of them were feeding, in fact both were crying and kneading her breasts in the hopes to push anything out. Mary realised with horror what had happened, she was out of milk.

“Nu wowwies babbehs, mummah git mowe miwkies soon, just need…”

In her haste to grab more food, Mary inadvertently knocked some of her foals off of her chest, the sudden hard ground and removal of their mothers comfort sent the foals into a crying frenzy, which set off all the foals into floods or tears and even scardie poopies as this confusing new world utterly traumatised them.

Mary and Clover gathered their children together to try and calm them all down, but it was well into the night before they eventually stopped.

The next few days were some of the hardest of Mary’s life.

Clover was gone almost the whole day now, trying to find food to help feed their young, but no matter what Mary did, she was constantly fighting a losing battle. She would never have enough milk for all of her foals, leaving one or two of them waiting while she ate and processed more milk, but by the time she was able to feed the remaining foals, the first lot were hungry again.

Rest was gone, play out of the question, the pair barely had time to give each other huggies anymore, the two of them often crashing asleep the moment the foals were in bed.

Clover came back one day with only a few piece of food, utterly exhausted and near tears from his own perceived failure.

“Am sowwy speciaw-fwiend, Cwova nu can find enuff nummies. Hab tu gu cwosa tu hoomin pwaces, nu wike dewe, bad fings happen tu Fwuffies dewe.”

Mary cuddled her mate and let him rest. “It ok, babbehs nu hab tummeh-huwties wight nyo, speciaw-fwiend am bestesh daddeh, wiww find mowe nummies soon.”

Clover solemnly nodded and lay down to chew on some dried grass, Mary didn’t want to say anything but she knew he was having an even harder time than she was, putting himself at risk just so they could keep their family going strong. Part of her loved him for the effort he was putting in, part of her was scared he’d blame the babbehs for putting him in danger now.

Not that Mary would ever tell her foals that, despite the hardships she still loved them even as she silently pleaded with them to let her have a moment’s rest. And she truly did love all of her children, no matter how colour they were or whether they had wings or a horn or both, she was their mummah and she loved them.

In particular, her little green unicorn colt with a yellow mane.

Her green colt was so clever, he’d been the first one to start crawling around their home, the first one to find Mary’s milkie-places by smell alone. She was so proud of her smart little green colt.

So proud, that one day when Clover was out finding food, Mary kept a close eye on her little green colt until she saw his eyelids start to flutter.

She gasped with joy and picked her son off the floor. “Babbeh open see-pwaces? Mummah am so happies.”

The green colt’s eyes flickered slightly as he slowly but surely opened his eyelids and stared into the smiling face before him.

“Mummah?”

Mary nodded, crying with joy. “Dat wight, am mummah. Babbeh am tawkie babbeh nyo, mummah wub smawtesh babbeh.”

“Smawt babbeh.” The colt mumbled, his eyes glazing over as his mother’s joyful decrees fell on deaf ears.

“Babbeh am smawty.”

Chapter 2

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Oh so that’s how it works

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Cute, I really like how you write for the fluffies.

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Nice set up. I kinda hope she runs into her human daddeh at some point but something tells me her life is going to become incredibly hard.

P.S. I love your writing

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Babbehs namesie is Smawtie? Smawtie wubs nyu namesie!

Hopefully Smarty in name only and smarty-friend in practice. Would love to see the better side of a smarty for once, even when hard decisions must be made.

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And the horror show begins, it seems. Place your bets on who dies first!

I’m thinking it will be either the daddy or the alicorn foal.

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Sorry, but that impending-doom tag is there for a reason.

Another story perhaps.

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Impending doom can mean so many things. Also, just because a fluffy is a “good” smarty doesn’t mean they stay that way and/or mean that bad shit doesn’t happen to them.

You could have let me hope until it came time for that hope to be crushed. Lol

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I’m going to guess the brown alicorn, not because it is an alicorn but because the smarty can tell the mother likes it just a little less and feed off that energy.

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And so it begins.

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I almost feel bad for Clover getting dragged into this mess.

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A smarty? Well, no choice but to napalm it and all fluffies within a 100 meter radius.

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Oh fuck , that green shit gonna be the families problem soon.

The owner should just sue fluffytv for those adding shows without tellin. Then again thats what they intended to do to dumb fluffies.

Just hate how mares would sa “siwwy daddeh” like as if they are smart but dumb as shit.

Clover is a daddeh hope he survive and his family, but im uneasy bout that green would he smarty and the poor alicorn.

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A typical idiot mare has everything a fluffy could want, yet she got the “baby fever,” and had the gall call her owner “siwwy," well at least the shitrat was courteous enough to leave and not stress out her owner, hope she enjoys bearly surviving!

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Very good start. Awaiting my heart to get biggest stompies.

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To be fair, those biological impulses were also fed a healthy amount of propaganda. And, of course, no fluffy sexual education or child rearing education. Her view was VERY one sided thanks to Hasbio.

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Okay, first, you are just so so good.

Second, I will never get sick of the “babbeh bestes ting eba” trope no matter how many times someone uses it. The unsatisfactory results from real babbehs never disappoints!!

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Do you think the Bastards as Fluffy TV know what the show “babies” affects are, that it’s intended to put mares into a “baby fever” frenzy to sell more fluffy-related products, or if the fluffy runs away, sell more fluffies. But this plan ultimately backfires, people would be turned off to fluffies or just get one off the street

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Some shareholder boards can’t see past the next quarter.

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The Mummah Hour was just a compilation of happy Fluffy mothers feeding, singing and playing with their foals, all while soft lightening and a fucking piano lullaby made it all seem so wonderful and dreamlike.

did you mean lighting or lightning?

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