“Huuu… Mummah 'Wetta… Wady Beww nu wanna wawk nu mowe… Weggies tiwed… Pwease, can Wady Beww take widdwe bweaksies…?” Lady Bell asks, her legs shaking as she tries her best to keep her injured back hoof from touching the floor.
It had been a grueling three weeks since Lady Bell’s vet treatment. Most of her time had been spent lying in the kennel, too aching and sore to do anything other than bitch, moan, and cry. Loretta had only given her mild pain killers and sedatives on the days where she had too much of a headache to deal with the noise. Even then the reprieve from the bitch mare’s incessant whining barely held out through a full night.
In the time that Lady Bell had been healing, the iodine had been fully washed off her skin after enough baths and her fluff and feathers had slowly begun to grow back in. This formed a new type of Hell for Lady Bell, because now her whole body was feeling agonizingly itchy 24/7. It took several threats of being put in ‘The Cone of Shame’ to get her to stop trying to chew on her wing tips in an attempt to gnaw at her pinfeathers. Loretta caught her attempting to scratch her sides only to yelp in agony when she forgot to NOT use the bandaged hoof that was still trying to regrow it’s cap. The worst itches had been under the casts, as Lady Bell had damn near rebroken her leg and wing trying to rub them against the kennel bars several times. Loretta had found it justifiably hilarious until it got old, and boy did it get old quick. Anti-itching shampoo and conditioner was a new item on the grocery list after Lady Bell started shedding her patchy fluff from grinding any part of her body against every single surface she could find.
Once the ex-pageant pony’s bones had healed up enough to remove the casts, Loretta had immediately set her to walking exercises. Lady Bell hated every moment of it, but Loretta would be damned if she’d let the lazy, cabin fevered fluffy’s limbs atrophy any more than they already had. The pegasus’ weight had considerably dropped to a significantly healthy weight during her time in the kennel, and it was clear by the size of her teats that each day she was producing less and less milk. A fact that made Lady Bell steadily more and more miserable. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her foals since the day she’d been brought back from the vet and every single time she had to be hooked up to the milk pump she bemoaned their absence.
The closest she got to hearing any foals from any of the safe rooms was during the short walks she was forced to do by Loretta’s side. Speaking of which, she cranes her neck up, looking at Loretta’s face as she begs again.
“Pwease, Mummah 'Wetta? Weggies am suuu huwties…”
“They’re gonna be even more hurties if you want them broken again. Just a few more feet, keep moving.” Loretta orders in a hushed tone, covering the mouth piece over her phone as she continues her video call. Turning back to her phone, she rolls her eyes. “Okay, Okay, fine, show me.”
Loretta often did chores around the house while walking Lady Bell, but this was the first time she’d gotten genuinely distracted from keeping an eye on the bitch mare. Lady Bell did as told with a sniffle, hobbling and limping along on her shaky legs, keeping an eye on Loretta as she carefully hobbled away from her side.
She limped into the doorway sparing one last glance at Loretta, who sounded like she was talking to a babbeh on her ‘talkie-box’, and made her way through the hall towards the prep room. She dares to glance at the baby gate to the primary safe room, hearing Bonnie and her foals. They were beautiful. A good handful of them had gorgeous patterns or extra curly fluff. Jealousy and heartache rang through Lady Bell, and it took everything in her to tear her eyes away from the happy seen. That should be her with her babbehs. It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair!
Sniffling with a quiet ‘huuu…’ Lady Bell forced herself to continue towards the prep room, only to stop by another baby gate. This time, the smell of the foals inside was different. This time she smelled her foals. With wide, watery eyes, Lady Bell limped closer to the gate, peering inside with a gleam of hope. When she saw them, she gasped.
There were her babbehs, running around, playing, with all their see places open and teeth growing in. Their fluff was no longer plain as the day they were born. Just like when she was a filly, their beautiful ‘cutie-spots’ and multicoloured manes had grown in. They were playing huggy tag and laughing to their hearts content, and at the head of the pack was him. Her bestest babbeh.
He was more beautiful than she could imagine. He even had the same beautiful type of see places she did. Lady Bell couldn’t help the tears streaming down her cheeks. She missed her babbehs more than anything in the world, and there they were. Just out of reach. Tearing her eyes off the playing foals, she looks around for Trixie. The unicorn babbeh thief wasn’t hard to find. She was currently distracted, feeding the pink sickie babbeh. Stupid sickie babbeh. Didn’t deserve any milkies or love, but for once Lady Bell found it useful, because Trixie was so focused on him that she didn’t notice Lady Bell at the gate.
Quietly, Lady Bell tried to catch her secret bestest babbeh’s attention. “Psst… Pssst! Babbeh! Widdwe babbeh!”
The foals giggled in their play, only hearing Lady Bell when she dared to call out to them above a whisper. Seeing her, the four stopped, taking in the appearance of the strange mare. The orange foal grew scared, hiding behind her blue wingie-brother with her green sister, who was also very wary of Lady Bell. Her secret Bestest looked at her with curiosity.
“Hewwo, nyu fwen! Am ‘ou otay? Wha’ happen tu fwuff?” He asks.
Lady Bell feels like her heart has shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Her bestest didn’t remember her. None of her babbehs remembered her. She chokes down a sob, though it was so hard to do. She had to stay quiet to keep Trixie or Loretta from interrupting them.
“Munstah stowe Mummah’s fwuff…” She answered bitterly, watching as the foal gasped in horror.
“A munstah?!” “Huu thcawy!” “Nu wan munstah tu num fwuff!” The foals cry in union, looking around as if a monster might suddenly appear.
“Siwwy bwudda an’ sissies, munstah nu can get in safie woom! Am safe!” Lady Bell’s bestest babbeh explains, calming down his siblings like a good brother. He really was her bestest, smartiest babbeh. “Wet’s gu pway!”
“Yaay! Wan pway!” His siblings cheer, running off to continue their games. Lady Bell tries to catch his attention before he hurries off to join them.
“W-Wait! Babbeh, wait! Bestest! Bestest, wookie hewe!”
The purple unicorn pauses, turning back to face Lady Bell with a confused expression.
“Am Mummah! Am WEAW Mummah! 'Ou nu wemembah?” She pleads, desperately begging and hoping that some part of him remembered her. “Mummah pwomise tu sabe ‘ou, an’ weave dis pwace! Tu gib Bestest Babbeh mostest miwkies an’ wuv! 'Ou am Bestest Babbeh!”
The little unicnorn blinks owlishly at this information. His little head whirling with too many thoughts all at once. Even though he was generally smarter than his siblings, even this was a bit much. “B-Bu’… Mummah say aww babbehs am gud-”
“Dat Nu Yo Mummah!” Lady Bell hisses, startling the foal. She presses her forehead to the bars of the baby gate, squeezing her eyes shut as more tears stream down her cheeks. “Dat am babbeh thief. Steaw aww babbehs and pwetend tu be Mummah… Bestest am s’pposed tu hab aww da miwkies. Am desewve aww da miwkies, an’ bestest toysies, an’ gwow up tu hab biggest hewd an’ be bestest fwuffy pageant winnew. Am s’pposed tu gib hoomin Mummahs an’ Daddehs su many heawt happies, dat dey gib weaw Mummah bestest sketti nummies…”
The purple foal looks at Lady Bell with confliction. He didn’t know what a fluffy pageant was, and he wasn’t sure what to think about Trixie being a babbeh thief. He didn’t even know what to think about this strange mare claiming to be his mother and calling him Bestest. It was all very confusing.
“How babbeh teww if 'ou no wie?”
Lady Bell glares at the foal, offended that he would even DARE question what she says. It must be that damned Trixie’s fault. Confusing him and telling him lies that all babies were good babies and that she was his mother instead of Lady Bell! Lady Bell forces a crooked smile, made worse by the show of her broken and missing teeth.
“B-Becuz! G-Guud fwuffies nu teww wies! Am da wuwes! An’ Wady Beww am Guud Mummah! Am Bestest Mummah! An’- An’ wook!!” She points to her eyes, widening them as big as she can. “Bestest an’ Mummah hab same see pwaces! See? Pwetty fwowew shapesieeeEEEEEEEE!!! BAD UPPSIES!!!”
Loretta yanked Lady Bell up by her scruff, glaring at the bitch mare. Trixie had moved quickly to scamper over and begin ushering all the foals away from the baby gate. Lady Bell frantically squirmed in her grasp, reaching for the purple unicorn foal.
“Nuuuu!! NUU!! Bestest pwease!!! Sabe Mummah!!! SABE MUMMAH!! It nu faiw!!! Mummah wan babbeh!!! Nu take babbehs!! BESTEST!!! BEEESTEEESST!”
Loretta worked Lady Bell’s thrashing body around until she was able to pin the squirming bitch mare under her arm. In doing so, Lady Bell caught a glimpse of a rainbow maned foal on the screen of her phone. At first, she thought it was a beautifully coloured unicorn, but upon seeing a flutter of little wings, coupled with those special little diamond shaped pupils in the same rich magenta colour of her own eyes, Lady Bell recognized the evil as it was.
“MUNSTAH BABBEH AM AWIVE?!?!” She shrieks, kicking wildly to no avail. Loretta had ended the video call in the midst of her screeching, struggling to keep a hold on the frantic pegasus as she hauled her into the secondary safe room. The safe room was supposed to be a small reprieve for the fluffy parents who needed a short break away from their foals or who needed to nap away from the excessive noise of the primary safe room, both rooms were connected to each other via a door with a doggy door that most foals were too small or weak to push through on their own.
Currently, only Jade and M&M were using this room. Until Lady Bell squirmed around and managed to bite Loretta’s tit, causing her to drop both the pegasus and her phone. M&M and Jade audibly gasp in horror at the scene.
“MOTHER FUCK-”
“SHU’ UP DUMMEH MUNSTAH MUMMAH! WADY BEWW HAETCHU! HAETCHU!!”
“'OU STEAW WADY BEWW’S FWUFF! 'OU MAKE WADY BEWW A UGWY POOPIE! ‘OU STEAW BABBEHS AN’ GIB DEM TU NU GUUD BABBEH THIEF TWIXIE!!! WET TWIXIE GIB WADY BEWW WOWSTEST HUWTIES!! NU WET WADY BEWW SEE BABBEHS EBAH!!! BABBEHS NU 'MEMBAH MUMMAH NU MOWE!! NU WUV MUMMAH NU MOWE!!! EVEN SECWET BESTEST BABBEH NU 'MEMBAH NU MOWE!!”
She shrieks, huffing and puffing her grievances, making Jade and M&M’s mouth drop open in horrified fear and disgust at hearing about her unspeakably scandalous ‘Secret Bestest’. It was beyond clear to them that Lady Bell was a Bad Mummah, and not only that, but she was stupid enough to expose herself so blatantly to Loretta.
"AN’ EBEN WOWSE! NU GUUD DUMMEH MUNSTAH BABBEH AM STIWW MAKE BWEATHIES!! AM STIWW AWIVE!!! MUNSTAH BABBEH AM S’PPOSED TU BE FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! WADY BEWW HAETCHU!! 'OU AM WOWSTEST MEANIEST STOOPIDEST MUNSTAH MUMMAH EBAH! WISH 'OU WAS FOWEBAH SWEEPIES!! WISH MUNSTAH BABBEH WAS FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! WAN KIWW MUNSTAH!! WAN KIWW! WAN KIWW! WAN KIWW!!!
Lady Bell looks at the phone on the floor, her face red with rage. Hobbling to it as fast as her mostly fluffless ass could haul her, stomping as hard as she can on it as she positions herself before she clenches her muscles and dumps a fat load of shit all over it.
“TAKE DAT UGWY MUNSTAH BABBEH! MUNSTAHS AM ONWY GUUD FO’ NUMMIN’ POOPIES AND WOWSTEST HUWTIES!!!”
The room is filed with silence, aside from Lady Bell’s heavy panting. During her ranting and raving, Sorren, Bonnie, and Sorbet had managed to enter the room, drawn to the commotion and curious to see what was going on. Oreo was only able to squeeze her head through the doggy door. They all stared at Lady Bell in abject horror. She looks at them, slowly coming down from her tantrum as she takes in their horrified expressions. There’s a momentary glimmer of pride that she was the one they were afraid of, until Loretta spoke, and her voice sent chills down Lady Bell’s spine.
“There. Are you done? Did you get it all out of your system? Good, Good…Everyone is so relieved…”
Lady Bell feels a trickle of scaredy peepees puddle underneath her as she slowly cranes her head up to look at Loretta.
“Congratulations, Bitchy Bell. You’ve failed your last chance…”
oh yeah she 100% deserves whatever’s coming to her
