Loretta slept in late the next day due to the sheer amount of exhaustion she’d had from staying up for nearly 48 hours as well as buried under the comfy weight of her fluffies piled all around her. Luckily, Bonnie’s hungry belly urged her to wake her human by cautiously poking her face with a soft hoof.
“Mummah ‘Wetta… Mummah ‘Wetta? Pwease wakies, babbehs nee’ miwkies, but Bonnie nu hab nummies! Pwease, Mummah, hewp Bonnie an’ babbehs an’ gib nummies fo’ miwkies…”
Loretta stirs with a groan, blinking her eyes blearily up at the ceiling as she tries to register Bonnie’s request and recall the events of the previous night. Registering the bright beams of sunlight streaming through the cracks of the curtains, she quickly sits up, accidentally causing a few of her fluffies to roll off and wake up with a started cry.
“WHAT TIME IS IT?!”
She doesn’t expect an answer, instead ignoring the cacophony of disgruntled fluffies and chirping foals to rush to the pantries to deliver food to grumbling tummies. She was usually so good at keeping schedules! It was mildly agitating to be waking up so late…
As she moved around the house, she noticed that the electricity was back on. Must’ve come back some time during the night. She fills the feeding troughs with kibble, giving Bonnie a separate bowl for easier feeding.
“Oreo, come help feed Bonnie’s babbehs, please.” Loretta orders.
“Otay!” The fluffalo obliges, trotting over to greet Bonnie and offer her udders to the hungry foals.
Loretta approaches Bonnie with a small milk pump in hand. Bonnie’s ears lower as she frowns at the sight of the pump.
“Huu… Nu wike miwkie thief boxie…”
“I know, but this is the only way you’re gonna safely give your babbehs milk until your tummy hurties go away.” Loretta explains as she hooks up the suction cups to Bonnie’s teats. “Look at it this way, it’s not a milkie thief, it’s a milkie helper. It’s gonna help you give your babbehs your milk, that way they get all the nummies you need and you don’t get any more tummy hurties. Understand?”
Bonnie tries to follow the logic with an unsure hum, clearly struggling. Loretta sighs, too tired to break it down any further for the mare to understand. “Here, just sing to your babbehs, they’ll love you just the same.”
“Otay…” Bonnie relents as the miniature pump is turned on and her milk is dispensed into a mini-auto feeder. She starts singing a mummah song to her foals, her mood instantly brightening up as they wiggle around and drink the milk from the synthetic teats of the auto feeder. Their little peeps and chirps delighted by the sound of their mummah’s voice. It’s not perfect, but it’s enough to keep Bonnie complacent.
With that out of the way, Loretta falls into her daily routine. A late breakfast consisting of a tea and a bagel, followed by checking on Trixie and Lady Bell’s foals. Everything was in order, which only left… Lady Bell…
Loretta was wary of what she’d have to deal with when she opened that closet door. No doubt there’d be a nasty mess of shit that she’d have spewed out from fear of the storm. Shouldn’t be too bad though, right?
Loretta opens the door to the solitary confinement closet only to be hit with a wave of putrid stank and warbled 'HuuHuu’s under the static recordings. Without a word, Loretta slams the door shut to gag and try her damnedest to keep from retching up her late breakfast.
“PEE-YEW! Das suuu nasteh, Mummah!!” Trixie stated from the other side of the room, holding her snout with her hooves. “Nu pwetty poopie smeww am nu gud fow babbehs!”
“I assure you, it was not me, Trixie.” Loretta grimaced, leaving the room to grab some towels, a face mask, an apron, and a pair of kitchen gloves. This called for a cleaning emergency.
With everything ready, she braced herself and reopened the door. Even with the mask, the stench was utterly vile. Nearly the entire closet floor was coated in shit and piss, even some of the walls had smears and splatters. The towel nest was soaked, the food and water dishes were overturned and covered. The dumbass bitchmare must’ve been so freaked out from the dark, she ran around blindly and smacked into the walls in hopes of ass blasting her way to freedom. How she didn’t derp herself in the process is a fucking miracle in of itself.
Lady Bell sat in the middle of it all, sobbing as she looked up at Loretta. Her whole body was covered in a slick and slimy coating of shit, piss, and vomit. She sat with her arms up, liquid slurry dripping from her hooves, as she stuck out her bottom lip, desperately begging for uppsies and comfort.
“Muuuummaaaahhhhuuuhuuhuuhuu!!! Was wostest scawdies!! Nu wan be in dawky sowwy woom nu mowe!! Nu smeww pwetty!!! HUUHUUHUUhuuuhuuuuu…”
Loretta tries her best to keep from gagging. All she can think of is how fucking grateful she is to have hardwood floors with easy to clean padding laid out for ‘accidents’ from her fluffies. This, however? This was beyond ‘accidents’. This was annihilation. This was devastation. This was borderline Poopmegeddon.
She grabs Lady Bell by the scruff, eliciting a ‘bad uppsies!’ from the soiled mare. It was much harder than anticipated and required both hands due to how slippery the bitchmare was with the lack of fluff and slurry of filth she was covered in.
“PWEASE MUMMAH NU GIB HUWTIES!!! WIWW BE GUD FWUFFY!!! HUUHUUHUUHUUUU!!!”
Lady cried as she squirmed in Loretta’s grasp. Try as she might, Loretta had immense difficulty in keeping Lady Bell from slinging her disgusting mess around as she carried her out of the bedroom.
“Hold still, Idiot! We have to get you cleaned! SO HELP ME IF YOU FLING YOUR SHIT AROUND MY HOUSE I WILL GIVE YOU SO MUCH MORE THAN A ‘SORRY ROOM’ YOU STUPID SHITBAG!”
When she finally rushed Lady Bell into the prep room, she all but threw the mare into the deep sink. Even through the gloves, Loretta felt that no amount of cleaning would ever make the squishy feeling of fluffy shit between her fingers go away.
“You fucking sit there and DON’T. MOVE.” She pointed down at Lady Bell, fixing her with a glare that made the mare flinch and let out a small, distressed fart. Sneering in disgust, Loretta leaves her to stew in her putrid juices and clean the foul smell mess that had been left behind.
The clean up takes about half an hour to finish. It was grueling, disgusting, and Loretta hated every fucking moment of it. Trixie and the foals were no less thrilled either, complaining about how badly it reeked and making poor attempts to hide under the blankets of the pillow fort to try escaping the smell of vomit laced feces and flowery cleaner.
When Loretta returns to Lady Bell with a mop bucket full of shitty soap water, she notes the faint smears of shit on the walls of the sink. The disobedient mare must’ve gotten bored of waiting alone for so long and either tried to climb out or reach up to look over the wall of the sink to no avail. Whatever the case, she only served to piss Loretta off more and make this whole bathing process all the more harder on herself. Loretta unceremoniously dumps the bucket in the sink with the fluffy, causing her to shriek in horror at the filthy water surrounding her.
“NUUUUUUUU!!! WAWA BAD FO’ FWUFFYYYY!!! NU WAN POOPIE WAWA!!! NU SMEWW PWETTYHUUHUUHUUUU!!!”
Loretta doesn’t stop to acknowledge Lady Bell’s plight, instead grabbing the faucet hose and turning it on to rinse the filthy liquid out of the basin and down the drain. The water is freezing cold for the first few seconds, making Lady Bell’s shriek even louder. Loretta’s patience wears dangerously thin at the ear splitting cries, and so decides to shut the mare up by grabbing her muzzle in her fingers and holding her mouth shut as she rinses the thrashing mare off.
“You are, without a doubt, the most disgusting pigrat I’ve ever fucking seen…”
Lady Bell can only give muffled screams in response as she feebly attempts to slap her hooves at Loretta’s wrist. Loretta simply washes the spray over Lady Bell’s head. The water has quickly grown warm now, which feels less awful than the cold, but the reprieve doesn’t last long, and the water soon becomes just a little too warm. Not scalding, but just hot enough that it irritates Lady Bell’s skin with a mild burning sensation.
Lady Bell manages to wrestle her muzzle free to cry incoherently about burnie wawas and how she’s a ‘gud fwuffy’.
“Good fluffies don’t shit all over their safe room.” Loretta growls, pinning Lady Bell’s face in the shallow, shit filled puddle circling the drain. “Good fluffies don’t call their humans ‘munstahs’ and spread nasty lies to their other fluffy friends.”
She pauses the rough rinsing to pour a decent helping of fluffy safe soap over Lady Bell’s back. “Good fluffies don’t try to start fights over babbehs.”
Lady Bell sobs, trying to spit away the crap that her mouth was being smooshed into.
“Good fluffies LISTEN to their humans. Or else they get No Babbehs…” Loretta roughly scrubs the soap into Lady Bell’s body, lathering her up in quickly browning suds. The threat of never seeing her babbehs again sends a streak of dread through Lady Bell that has her freezing for a short moment, her sobs choking in her throat at the concept. There it is. Her key of motivation. Loretta was gonna cure this bitchmare come Hell or high water and if her foals were her weakness, then by gods she was gonna exploit that fact however she could.
“Do you understand?” Loretta growls, forcing Lady Bell to look up at her with a hand gripping her fat face, her gloved fingers digging into the mare’s cheeks. Lady Bell tries to nod her head, her huu-huuing cries breaking up her attempts to speak. “Y-Yuuhhuhhuuss Muummahhuuuhuuhuu!”
“Yes, Mummah What?”
“Y-Yus M-Muh-huuhuuuMummah 'W-Wettaahhhuuhuuhuuhuuu!!!”
“Good. Now shut up and stand up. We’re almost done.” Loretta orders, waiting for Lady Bell to stand in the sink with her shaky legs. The mare whimpers, biting her lip as she squeezes her eyes shut in preparation to be cleaned off. Loretta can’t be certain, but she has a small suspicion that Lady Bell ended up pissing herself in terror during the process of being rinsed off. Doesn’t matter. It’s down the drain and rinsed clean either way.
“Open your mouth.” Lady Bell does as told, confused at the order before her eyes shoot open at the feeling of the faucet being aimed at her open mouth, the rushing water gushing over her filthy teeth. She tries to pull away and scream only to be held firmly in place and choke. Loretta’s fingers work over her dull teeth to clean off whatever filth she can before releasing the mare and shutting the water off.
Taking advantage of Lady Bell’s distracted coughing and sputtering, Loretta wraps her up in a towel, she scoops her up and dries her off. Luckily enough, the iodine staining Lady Bell’s skin hadn’t really washed away much at all during the bath. She was still considered ‘poopie’ by fluffy standards. A few rough pats on the pegasus’ back has ensures her airways cleared of any water and leaves her panting heavily.
“Now, that must’ve been really scary, huh? It’s all done now, you smell so much prettier. Poor thing. I bet you’re just starving after making all that shit, aren’t you?” Loretta’s tone is filled with false sincerity, mocking the bitchmare trembling under the towel.
Lady Bell can’t help but nod, shaken by the traumatic bathing. “W-W-Wady Beww w-wan nummies…”
“I thought so~” Loretta says, stripping the towel off of Lady Bell. “Lucky for you, it’s Sketti Day! Do you know what good fluffies get on Sketti Day?”
Lady Bell’s eyes light up, her expression full of hope. “A-Am get sketties?!”
“That’s right! But good fluffies have to earn their sketties through hard work and good manners. Are you capable of earning sketties?”
“YUS! Wady Beww wan sketties! Nee’ sketties fo’ make bestest miwkies for bestest babbehs! Wan-” Her hopeful rambles were cut short with Loretta’s menacing stare.
“What did we say about ‘bestest’…?”
“N-nu bestest b-babbehs. A-Aww babbehs am gud babbehs…” Lady Bell recites, backtracking her statement the best she can. “A-Am sowwy, n-nu call babbehs bestest 'gain… p-pwomise…”
A rocky start. Yet she’s already memorized some of the rules form solitary confinement. She’ll learn in due time.
“You’d better not, or else you won’t have babbehs ever again…” Loretta threatens, causing the mare to whimper and shiver in fear. Once the looming threat seemed to sink in enough, Loretta picked her up and started to carry her out down the hall and up a set of stairs to enter a new room.
“Now, let me introduce you to a friend, he’s gonna help you learn good manners, so you can hard hard and earn some sketties.” Loretta grins, her voice changing to a much friendlier tone as she opens the door to a workout room. The walls were decorated with a few motivational posters, and a wall mounted tv that was currently turned off with one wall being made of windows leading to a balcony with a stationary bike overlooking the back yard. Inside the room was a treadmill, as well as a few other exercise toys that Loretta kept whenever she needed to test her fluffies’ physical health.
A lone stallion sat patiently in the room, waiting for their arrival. “Hewwo, Mummah 'Wetta!”
“Hello, M&M.” Loretta greeted, closing the door behind her. Setting Lady Bell down on the floor, she introduces them. “This is Lady Bell. You’re gonna help her learn good manners and get in shape today. Lady Bell, this is M&M, say hello.”
M&M gave a shy smile, his nub of a tail thumping the floor. “Hewwo, nyu fwen, wan pway?”
Lady Bell looked the stallion up and down, clearly unimpressed. He was pitifully small compared to most stallions she’d seen. His fur looked like it had been shaved off, like hers, except it was in thick, grey patches of undercoat. His mane and tail were no better, with coarse, golden locks sticking up in whichever direction they could. To top it off, his hooves were an ugly shade of red that clashed with the rest of his hideously coloured body. It was disgraceful to even look at, and Lady Bell had no issue making sure he knew.
“'Ou am ugwiest fwuffy Wady Beww ebah see.” She stated, punctuating her words with a snooty huff before sticking her nose up at him.
M&M simply blinked, his smile fading into a small frown. Lady Bell smirked, waiting for the tears to flow to cement her superiority of the small stallion. Instead, he scoffed returning her scathing judgement.
“'Ou fink am ugwy?
Em-an-Em see bettah.
Heawd aww 'bout 'ou fwom nice Mummah ‘Wetta!
‘Ou am cheap puddin’ cup compawed tu cookies an’ cweam.
Mummah say 'ou a show fwuff, but Oweo am weaw Queen.”
Lady Bell sat in shock at the insults he delivered, shortly followed by a bark of laughter from Loretta. The humiliation at being talked back to by a fluffy she CLEARLY deemed inferior was insurmountable, especially when it rhymed, weaponized her bad reputation, compared her to a fluffy she hadn’t even met yet, and made Loretta laugh. Nothing she could argue would be good enough to win against M&M’s sick burns.
Loretta pinches the bridge of her nose, trying so hard to keep from laughing at M&M’s proud smile. She new he’d been trying his hardest to follow a personal, borderline impossible, rule she’d given him; if he truly had to insult someone he’d have to rhyme it. However she hadn’t expected him to take inspiration from music she’d been listening to to help him figure out how to rhyme even remotely well.
“'Ou nee tu wearn gud mannews! Su ‘ou du wat Em-an-Em an’ Mummah 'Wetta say!” He continued, enforcing his words with a hearty stomp of his hoof. Lady Bell sulked sullenly, answering through gritted teeth. “Otay…”
“Ah ah~ You tell him 'Yes, Sir.” Loretta chided. M&M smiled sweetly as Lady Bell fumed. “Yus, Suw…”
“Good. Now, who’s ready to play?”
The playtime consisted of a fluffy version of The Pacer Test, having both fluffies run from one circle at the end of the room, to another circle a few feet away. M&M was clearly in much better shape, lasting much longer than Lady Bell, who was only able to run two laps before becoming winded and complaining about her legs being too tired.
The next course of training was a test in patience, offering a treat to whoever sat still long enough to deserve the kibble treat place on their nose. Lady Bell failed spectacularly, screaming about how she wanted sketties instead of kibble. She did not receive any treat and instead was forced to sit in Time Out and watch M&M get treats and affection for doing various learned tricks.
After her sentencing in Time Out was over, it was back to patience training and good manners etiquette. It went about as well as anyone would expect. Lady Bell continued to demand sketties and her babbehs, much to Loretta and M&M’s chagrin.
Sighing, Loretta checks her clock for the time. “Look. I have to go cook the sketties, but you have to earn them if you even want a single forkful of noodles. So while I’m gone, I want you and M&M to play an easy game. A nice game. All you have to do is say something nice about each other and mean it. That’s all. If you can manage that, you’ll get to eat and I’ll even let you see your babbehs. Got it?”
M&M nodded his head enthusiastically, where Lady Bell looked like she was about to throw another tantrum. Yet the prize of being able to see her foals as well as have sketti swayed her to behave. With a huff, she nodded as well. “Yus, Mummah 'Wetta…”
“Good. Now there will be no fighting. You WILL behave, and if you don’t, I WILL know.” Loretta stares daggers down into the mare, promising to uphold an unspoken threat. The fluffies agree to behave and before long, Loretta was out of the room and heading to the kitchen.
An awkward moment of silence passes between the fluffies before M&M gets up and trots over to a yoga ball to begin playing with it. Lady Bell watches him warily as he rolls the massive ball by pushing it with his hooves.
“‘Ou nu gon’ be nicies tu Wady Beww…?”
M&M glances over at her before snorting. “Em-an-Em nu nee’ tu twy hawd tu be nicies. Dat what Wady Beww nee’ tu du.”
Lady Beww scoffs, her jaw dropping open at the sheer offense of her having to work hard just to be nice. The nerve of this stallion! “Wady Beww can be nicies when Wady Beww wan!!”
M&M stopped his playing to look at her expectantly. “Otay. Twy.”
She hesitates, seething at the challenge before rolling her eyes. “UGH! Fine! Em-an-Em am Suuuuu Smawty! Am hansomest stawwion EBAH!”
M&M is clearly unimpressed and shaking his head. “Nup. 'Ou nu mean it. Nu count.”
Lady Bell makes a frustrated growl, stomping her hooves in agitation. “NU WAN! DUMMEH FWUFFY STAWT FIWST!”
“Otay.” M&M shrugs. “Wady Beww am pwetty mawe.”
Lady Bell pauses, staring at him as if he’d grown another head. An ugly pit of embarrassment and frustration fills her chest. Tears well up in her eyes as she sniffles. “Nu am not, ‘ou wie… Am poopie an’ nu-fwuffy…”
“Gud fwuffies nevah wie. Am da wuwes.” M&M realizes he must’ve struck a chord, hitting her right in the heart hurties. “Onwy thing poopie am Wady Beww’s meanies. Nu hab tu wook poopie tu be poopie. Can be pwetty if gib heawt happies an’ be nicies.”
Lady Bell scoffs, disbelieving. His logic goes against everything she was raised to believe. “Dat am onwy wha’ ugwy dummeh fwuffies sai. Wady Beww nu pwetty nu mowe, an’ nu nicies wiww ebah make Wady Beww pwetty ebah 'gain!”
M&M sighs, understanding where Lady Bell was coming from. He remembers when he had pretty fluff. He was downright gorgeous with long flowing locks of bright cyan fluff and a shimmering gold mane and tail. That was long gone now, never to come back, but he’d grown used to it.
“Mebbeh nu, bu’… Em-an-Em think 'ou am pwetty.” He assures her with shy confidence. “Hab vewy pwetty see pwaces.”
There’s no smugness, no sarcastic tones to indicate any lying. He genuinely thought she had very pretty eyes. She looks down at the floor, blushing in embarrassment and bashfulness. She didn’t think any part of her was pretty without her beautiful fluff and feathers. She was poopy, but at least her eyes were beautiful.
“Tank 'ou…” She says, glancing up at him as an idea tickles her mind. If she was gonna be miserable and live her life looking like a poopie no-fluff fluffy, and she wasn’t allowed the bestest things, maybe she could make the most of it with this dumb, caring, kind stallion?
“Um, du Em-an-Em wan tu hab speshuw huggies tu make babbehs wib Wady Beww?” She offers with a teasing wiggle of her rear, a hopeful smile on her face.
“Oh!” M&M blinks, surprised at the offer and frankly embarrassed by it. “Nu thanks! Am ‘gainst the wuwes, an’ nu wan speshuw huggies wiv meanie mawe. Am Wady Beww tuwn tu be nicies nao.”
Lady Bell’s reality felt like it was shattering around her. This ugly, scrawny little stallion just told her ‘No’ to her gracious offering. HER, a reigning pageant champion. Prized by all that knew her. She who had countless competition stallions fighting for a mere whiff of what they could not have! Yet HE, a no name, partially bald, UGLY, COLT OF A WRETCH said NO.
All she could see was red. She didn’t even realize when she began charging him, but both of them were screeching up a storm as they were tear-assing through the workout room. The yoga ball went bouncing, M&M was bounding up and over the equipment as fast as his legs could. He was lucky that Lady Bell was nowhere near as in shape as he was, otherwise he was sure she’d give him forever sleepies.
The chase was brought to an abrupt end when Lady Bell was swept up into the air with a startled ‘SCREEE!’
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” Loretta shouts, bringing the chaos to an immediate halt.
“MUMMAH ‘WETTA!! Meanie mawe wan’ make speshuw huggies wiv Em-an-Em, bu’ Em-an-Em nu wan! Sai am 'gainst da wuwes! Meanie mawe twy to gib Em-an-Em fowevah sweepies!!” M&M pants, shaking like a leaf as his gaze flickers from Loretta to the thrashing form of Lady Bell in her grasp.
“NU TWUE! STOOPI DUMMEH FWUFFY AM WIE!!” Lady Bell shrieks. M&M huffs, offended by the accusation as he recites a rule once again with a stomp of his hoof. “GUD FWUFFIES NEVAH WIE! IT AM DA WUWES!”
Loretta groans. Couldn’t just have a simple nice game, could they? Opening the door, she gestures for M&M to leave the room. “You. Wait outside.”
The stallion doesn’t need to be told twice. He scampers out the door, head low and ears pinned, tail tucked firmly against his rear as he rushes past Loretta and Lady Bell. With him out of the way, Loretta turns her attention back to the bitchmare. “Looks like somebody just lost their sketti privileges.”
Lady Bell’s anger quickly subsides to distress. “WHA?! NU!! WAN SKETTI!!! NEE’ SKETTI!!! WADY BEWW AM GUD FWUFFY! PWAY NICIE GAME!!”
“A nice game where you try to kill one of my stallions? I don’t think so. consider your babbeh privileges gone too, if you wanna keep lying to me.”
“NUUUU!!! NUUUHUUHUHUU!!! BABBEHS NEE’ MUMMAH! NEE’ WEAW MUMMAH!!! WADY BEWW NEE’ SKETTIES FO MIWKIE NUMMIES!”
“You don’t deserve sketties and the more you scream at me, the longer it’ll be before you ever see them again. Keep pissing me off, bitch, I’ll make sure you never feed your babbehs, ever. I’ll see to it they fucking starve. Their tummies will get the worst hurties and then they’ll fucking die. Do you want that?!”
“NUUuuuhuuhuuhuuhuuuu!!!” Lady Bell cries, hanging helplessly by the scruff. She has no power here, even if she could escape Loretta’s grasp there was nowhere to go. She just wanted her babbehs. And sketti. She really wanted sketti. Speaking of, she tearfully sniffs, catching the scent of the delicious garlicky marinara.
Her watery eyes search until she sees a strange looking tray full of that marvelous pasta. It wasn’t just any sketties either. It was homemade. Not the canned stuff, nor the bottled sauce she was used to. No. This was the ambrosia that fluffies could only dream of. Her mouth waters as she stares at it longingly.
“P-Pwease, Mummah ‘Wetta. Wady Beww am su sowwy. Pwomise tu eawn sketties, an’ be gud fwuffy. Pwease, gib Wady Beww sketti nummies?”
Loretta sneers in revulsion. There were no words to describe her disdain towards this foul excuse of a mare. “You want those damn sketties so bad? Here. You can work for them…”
She steps over to the treadmill, turning it on to a slow, steady pace. A healthy trot for a fluffy. She sets Lady Bell down on it. “Start moving.”
Lady Bell is confused at first, taking a few moments to understand what she’s meant to do. Before long, she’s halfheartedly trotting on the treadmill. “How wong tiww sketties?”
“You can have the sketties once you reach them.” Loretta simply answers, taking the hanging trough and attaching it to a low bar at the front end of the treadmill. Lady Bell’s excitement causes her to rush for it, only to find the treadmill’s speed going up to keep her from reaching it.
“Whu-Nu!! Sketties! Cum to Wady Beww! Wan nummies nao!!!”
“You can only have them if you can reach them. I’ll give you five minutes.”
Lady Bell pants, working up a sweat and buzzing her wings as she desperately tries to ‘catch up’ to the sketties. Her wings occasionally buzz with a wet flap as if they’ll help her ‘fly’ or give her a speed boost towards her coveted prize.
2 minutes pass. She begins pleading to the food and Loretta.
3 minutes pass. She sobs, desperate and needy, begging for that one dangling noodle to do what she says.
4 minutes pass, she makes an attempt to jump towards the hanging trough, only to be sent rolling backwards off the treadmill. Whether she was too dazed or just too stupid to think of anything else, she clambers right back onto the treadmill to keep running.
“Five minutes. Times up.” Loretta states, slowing down the machine to a stop. Lady Bell sobs in relief, plopping down on her haunches and thanking Loretta profusely. Her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She did it. She ran and now she can have her ‘earned’ sketties.
Loretta drops a plastic bowl in front of her and dumps in a scoop of low grade kibble.
“W-WHU?!” Lady Bell looks down at the bowl in disbelief. “Whewe sketti?!”
“I told you that you could have the sketties if you could reach them. You failed.” Loretta answered, taking the hanging trough and dumping the spaghetti into a different bowl. Lady Bell couldn’t believe what she was hearing. No sketti? After ALL of that? “B-Bu’… Bu’ Wady Beww wan sketties! Wowk hawd! Wady Beww desewb sketties!! Nu faiw! Nu faiw nu faiw NU FAIW!”
Loretta stomps her foot down, the sound of her heel hitting the floor deafeningly loud compared to a fluffy’s hoof. Her hand quickly grips Lady Bell’s face, fingernails digging into the meat of her cheeks.
“You wanna know what’s not fair? Good little fluffy babies starving to death in the cold, alone, while spoiled little shitpigs like you get everything you could ever dream of and more. You’ve been on the streets and yet you’ve learned absolutely nothing, haven’t you? Do you remember what it’s like to starve? To not have an owner give you all the fucking food you want? I bet you ate out of the trash like any other fluffy, huh? You had to eat trash nummies, didn’t you? You’ve already eaten your own shit. You’re not special. You’re just like every other poopie coloured shit factory outside.”
Lady Bell stares at her with wide eyes, terrified and ashamed that Loretta knew the levels to which she had stooped when on her own. She had eaten the not pretty tasting nummies that she had to dig out of the trash. She had gone days without eating. She ate her own poopies that covered the nasty kibble. All because she was hungry and wanted her babbehs.
“Let this be a reminder of that lesson. Good fluffies are grateful for the nummies they get to eat.”
Lady Bell trembles, crying in pain and shame. “G-G-Guud… Guud f-fwuffies am g-gwatefuw fo’ nummieheehees dey ge’ t-tuuhuhuu num…”
“… Never forget it.” Loretta drops Lady Bell, leaving her to sob over the kibble as she picks up the bowl of spaghetti and walks over to the door.
Opening it up, she reaches down and picks up M&M, who nervously wags his tail at her. Loretta then brings him back in, carrying him out to the balcony to let him eat the sketties in full view of Lady Bell as she relaxed in a nearby chair.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. But Lady Bell had no choice. She had to be grateful for what she got, or else she wouldn’t be able to eat anything at all. She sniffled and sobbed, crunching down on the gritty, dry kibble that left a nasty aftertaste in her mouth.
At least it wasn’t poopies…
Loretta and her fluffies belong to @UndercoverPallasCat
nice one 
