(Anon)
I bought these dildo-like firecrackers. Literally dildo like.
It is never mentioned, but these guys, who make pyrotechnics, found that people fond of using their products to abuse fluffy foals.
It named “popping babbeh”.
Shove firecracker into foal’s rectum and enjoy the results.
This shit is never get old.
The only problem, it isn’t easy to “install” firecracker into recipient’s “socket”.
Thanks to pyrotechnic companies, they fulfilled consumers’ needs in no time.
New firecrackers are looks like literally dildo or traffic cone, smooth and a bit lubricated on the top.
Of course, the labels doesn’t say “fluffy butt firecrackers”, but who needs it… knows.
Also, you don’t have to use open fire to activate this thing. Just matches starter.
And they don’t explode right after ignition, but in 10-60 seconds. Depends on the model.
I bought halve dozen of this firecrackers, couple of 20 sec, two 40 sec and one 60 sec.
One tin of the cheapest canned pasta.
Anything else? Nope, I am ready to have some fun!
After a quick trip over the dim alleyways I found what I was looking for – the nursing mare.
Simple earthy fluffy. Her once yellow fluff is now dingy gray, patched and cluttered.
She has three foals about week and half old.
Damn, I wished there would be more of them!
Okay, I’ll save the remaining firecrackers for the future fun.
Mares usually rising foals on their own.
Their special friends met their end trying in vain to find enough food for the pregnant mare.
They are desperate and lose the even that minimal caution, fluffy pony has.
So, it is nearly guarantied for the feral alleyway fluffy to foal alone.
Also, it is too dangerous to stay close to other fluffies.
Adult stallions are too horny and would make “enfie babbeh” from the all litter, except for the ones other mares turn into “noomie babbehs”.
Mare looks rather exhausted and emaciated.
Doubtlessly, she already finished the scarce food, her special friend managed to hoard, before it died somewhere, rummaging the trash bags.
No surprise, foals are rather grown up already.
They are fooling around, playing, mumbling and chirping.
They should drink a lot of milk, leaching her out.
They are really close to the “tummy heawtis" time.
No need to fear.
You are here to save them from tummy ouchics. Permanetly.
Mare noticed you, gone worried and tried to hide babies.
“Babbehs wun to mummah! Nee hidies!”.
Lets the fun begins.
(mummah)
You are fluffy mummah now.
Like your mummah before.
Your special friend and you found this safe place.
It looked good to rise babbehs, so they will grow big and strong as you are.
You tried to find as more noomies as possible, because you would need a lot.
You knew that.
You babbehs shouldn’t have tummy hurties and they wouldn’t have!
Your special friend is the best one!
He founds a lot of noomies.
You love him so much!
But he didn’t return once.
It was the one bright time before you have biggest poopies.
You felt saddies.
You knew, special friend would never leave you.
If he would never leave you…
And he didn’t come…
It means something bad happed to him.
It gives you biggest inner owwies.
Special friend loves you and he loves your tummy babbehs.
You love him so much and want him to see your babbehs, but no.
Life is so meany.
You remembered, tummy gave you meaniest ochies and you had biggest poopsies.
You have seen babbehs came to from your tummy.
You thought that they are sorry-babbehs, because they gave you owwies, but then you understand.
Silly you are!
Babbehs aren’t sorry babbehs!
They are best babbehs.
Ouches gone, but babbehs remained.
You felt so great!
You had four babbehs, but one babbeh was sleepy babbeh.
It didn’t wake up, despite how loud you ask.
It was so pity, but you have other babbehs to give milkies, hugsies, wuv and coo.
Then a lot of bright times and scary dark times have gone one by one.
Babbehs grow.
You love them so much!
The only problem, you can’t leave babbehs for long!
You have to go and look for noomies, because you have few small crunchie noomies left.
You tried once, but babbehs had coldies and make loudest cheepies!
You felt biggest saddies and gone back.
You put them into your fluff, cooed them, gave hugsies and milkes.
But it can’t last long, you tried to save last crunche noomies, but felt so weakie, you leggies tremble and tummy gave owwies.
You were so frightened.
You were thinking about it, when sow hoomie.
It was the first hoomie, you have seen after you had babbehs and he is the first hoomie your babbehs seen.
Hoomies. You felt frightened and warm simultaneously.
You know, hoomies are good.
Hommies give noomies, love, toysies and names.
They play with you. They are the Best!
You just knew it!
But, for some reason, hoomies you met were meanies.
They don’t give noomies or toysies, only owwies!
They gave forever sleepsies to one of your friends!
It was so… wrong.
That’s why you called your babbehs: “Babbehs wun to mummah! Nee hidies!”.
Maybe this hoomie isn’t meany one, but you have babbehs and can’t take that risk.
Babbehs ran to you.
“Miwkies?”
“Mummah pway, hugsies?”
“Mummh, pwease, songies!”
Your heart sunk.
But hoomie noticed you!
Oh no!
You trembled in fear and tried to hide babbehs in your fluff.
But hommie smiled and said:
“Don’t afraid fluffy I am not going to hurt you!”.
You felt the relieve, hoomie wouldn’t hurn nor you, nor your babbeh!
But why is he here? Maybe…
Your heart started to beat fast:
You asked : “Hoomie nu huwt mummah and babbehs? Hoomie be nu Daddy?”.
“Of course!”,- answered nice hoomie, -“I am your new daddy and you and your babies would be my home fluffies.”
It was like…
Like eating Sketti, that you have never tasted, but know that it is great.
You heared it: “New Daddy!” and “Home!”.
You felt at heaven seven, but it wasn’t all!
Hoomie crouched near your safe place and opend some funny boxie.
The preatiest smell hit your nousie.
It is preatty noomie, for sure!
Good Daddy will give you noomies!
“I have some Sketti for you…”, he said.
SKETTI!! For a moment you just forget to breath.
One of you babbehs tried to climb to your tummy, saying about scaredies, but you can just hug her.
You can’t reassure her with kind mummah wordies.
So exited you are!
“Yes, here is sketti for you… What is your name, good fluffy momma?”,- he said.
“Fluffy am fwufffy. Nu hab namie.” you answered.
“That’s not good.”, he answered.
You got frighties, maybe new Daddy doesn’t like nu name fluffy. You rushed to apologies:
“Mummah sowwy! Mummah sowwy nu hab namie! Hu-Hu. Please, Daddy, nu weave nu namie fwuffy! ”
He smiled even warmer and patted your head.
“Oh no, silly little mommy. It is okay. I’ll give you name.”, he thought for a moment.
“Your name is Sunshine.”
“Sunfine wuv nu name! Sunfine wuv Daddy”, you said.
“That’s good! Now, have your sketti”, said The Daddy and shaked small boxie in front of you.
The sketti fell from it in to your housie.
You rushed to eat it.
Oh! You just imagine how hungry you were! Your tummy rumbles like wroom-wroom munstah!
“Mummah, chirp!”
“Mummah eat noomies?”
Your babbehs, this little fidgets were interested in everything in this world!
You hardly stopped munching Sketti and said:
“Mummah eat Sketti. Bes Daddy gib mummah sketti! Mummah make bes miwkies fow bes babbehs!”.
You thought for a seconds and added:
“Bes miwkies am fwom Sketti!”.
Babbahs were exited.
Best Daddy patted you and played with babbies with his fingersie.
They were scared a bit, but then they started playing happily.
Of couse, they never sean meany hoomies.
Only this one, the bes hooomie, The Daddy!
When you were about to finish your Sketti, Daddy said:
“Only one thing. I want to be sure that you are the good mummah, because I want only the best mummah as my home fluffy!”.
“He-He. Funneh Daddy.”, you giggled and said “Mummah am gud mummah, wuv babbehs, wuv Daddy.”
You ate a bit more “gib babbehs miwkies and hugsies and songies!”.
“Yes, of course!”, he smiled “But I want to be sure, that you are really good mommy! Show me, how do you hug your babbies and give them love. It should be easy.”
You giggled, such a good Daddy! He want to be sure, that you are good at hugsies for your babbehs!
You will show him! You are the best in hugsies, because you love babbehs so much.
You sat and on your hind leggies and were going to call your babbies and give them mummah’s hugsies, but The Daddy helped you.
He took foals one by one and put them into your embrace! Such a Great Daddy!
But then everything gone wrong.
You are so good in hugsies and your babbehs always Love your hugsies, but now!
“Hu-Hu-Hu”
“Owwies, Owwies!”
“Poopie pwace hewt. Mummah, poopie pwace hewt!”
What’s wrong?
What’s wrong with your hugsies?
You hugged them better, but then.
POP!
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Owwies” screamed one on your babbehs, your wingie preciose!
Oh no! Babbeh legsies and poopie place gone!
You and wingie babbeh and other babbehs are covered with boo-boo juice and poopies.
Other babbehs were trambling in fear!
Are your hugsies did it?
You were shocked! Babbeh need hugsies.
Hugsies will help…
Then.
POP!
Another babbeh’s poopie place turned into boo-boo sketties.
They were screaming.
Bo-Bo juice was everywhere.
You instinctively hugged them, but
POP!
Last babbeh lost poopie place and hind leagies.
They were screaming.
This scream. It was tearing your ears apart, but then you herd The Daddies voice.
“Oh my, Sunshine! What did you do!”,- Daddies voice was full of shock? “Why you gave biggest owwies to your babbies by your bad hugsies?”
You hear beats like mad.
You just can say: “nuu… nu… Mummah nu wan. Mummah wuv… Hu-Hu-Hu. Daddy Hewp…”
But Daddy… He said “It is good that I want to check first! Your are horrible mother! You gave your babies bloody sorry hugsies. You killed them!”
He stand up, “I don’t need such monster like you as my home fluffy. ” Then he walked away.
You cry…
Your babbehs screams stopped and they took their last and longest sleepsies.
Despite you hagged and sing them mummah songies, interupted by biggest hu-hues.
It was your entire fault.
You and your babbehs had everything: loving Daddy, Sketti, housie.
You had your best babbies.
And you ruined everything with your horrible hugsies.
You are so bad!
You are the worthies mummah of all.
You don’t deserve to live any longer, you want to die.