“NU! NU WAN!! NU AM BWOKEN! WAN WEAVE! WAN MUMMAH WETTA! NUU! NU!! NUUUU!!!”
Lady Bell screeched as she flailed in Lindsay’s firm grasp. The blonde woman simply tsked and carried her back to the playroom. “Now, now, dear, there’s no point in causing such a fuss~ You may not realize it now, but you were sent here for being broken. Now you are gonna stay in here until I get your room ready. In fact-” She turns to her head to call out, “Hackjob! Stitches!! Come here please~!”
The heavy hoofsteps of the lumbering mutant grows louder as they stalk into the room while Lindsay firmly sets Lady Bell down. “Could you two please keep Lady Bell company while I’m away? Poor dear is hurt and weak and awfully skittish and we certainly don’t want her to feel abandoned, do we~?”
Lady Bell trembles at the sight of the horrendous monster and clings to Lindsay’s legs, crying in terror. “NU!! Pwease nu weave Wady Beww wiv scawy munstah! PWEASE!! Wady Beww nu am bwoken!! Wiww be guud fwuffy! Nu huwt babbehs! Nu make bad poopies! Pwomise! PWOMISE!!”
Lindsay simply pats Lady Bell’s head with the sweetest of giggles before pulling away. “I know you’re a good fluffy, sweetie, but you’ve promised that before to Mummah 'Retta, haven’t you? And You broke those promises. That means you’re broken too. You can’t keep promises if you’re broken, so you’re going to have to stay right here until I can fix you~”
Lady Bell stares up at Lindsay, mortified and enraged at her logic. Lindsay takes advantage of her stunned silence to pull away and leave the room. As she’s blocking the doorway with the baby gate, Lady Bell snaps out of her shock and begins huffing and puffing in an outraged tantrum.
“WAI DUMMEH MUMMAH WINDSY NU WISTEN?! WADY BEWW NU AM BWOKEN! AM BESTEST FWUFFY EBAH!! WIN PAH-GENTS! WIN PWIZIES! HAB BESTEST BABBEHS! NU! AM! BWOKEN!!!”
Lindsay smiles, ignoring the screams of the mare to give more instruction. “You two play nice and get to know each other, I’ll get your consultation ready~ Oh, and remember you two, No special huggies with broken fluffies. That means you Lady Bell~”
Lady Bell seethes with revulsion, insulted at repeatedly being called broken and told she wasn’t allowed to have any special huggies. As if she’d ever dare to have special huggies with that hideous monster to begin with! Mummah Lindsay must truly be a dummy on top of out of her mind! She hobbles over to the gate and bangs her hooves on the grating, demanding Lindsay come back and listen to her, screeching and insisting that she’s not broken.
"DUMMEH MUMMAH WINDSY COME BACK!! YU WISTEN TU WADY BEWW WIGHT NAO!! COME BACK!! NU AM BWOKEN! NU!! AM!! BWOKEN!!!"
It isn’t until she feels a warm puff of wheezing air on the back of her head and a wet, slimy dribble of saliva dripping down the side of her neck and shoulder that she realizes she’d ignored the now very present threat in the room.
Her body trembles as she slowly turns to face the behemoth breathing over her with slow, heavy wheezes. The lens of their mask were hauntingly hollow, reflecting nothing in the black emptiness. Yet despite being unable to see a fraction of their face, she could feel the gaze of their eyes burning into her very soul. It was cold. It was angry. It was hungry.
The golem-like mass growing out of their shoulders leers at her from above, well, as much as it could with it’s eyes darting in several uncoordinated directions. It’s tongue lolled out of it’s unnatural mouth as it drooled, an uncomfortable giggle erupting from its throat.
“B-Brok-heeheehaahaahaa… Brok-Broke-haahaaheeheeheehaHAAHAAA!! B-Broken~”
Lady Bell’s breath shuddered in fear and disgust, trying to slink away from them without hurting her already injured foot. The bloody bandages sticking to the raw nerves makes it nigh impossible. “N-No!! Stoopi dummeh munstah! Wagy Beww nu am bwoken!!”
“B-Brok-Brok-BrokenHAAHA! Broken! Broken! BrokenBrokenBrokenBrokenBrokenBrokenBro-ho-ho-heeheeheehaahaahahaahahahaHAHAHAAA!!!”
“Shuddup! Shuddup! SHUDDUP! WADY BEWW NU AM BWOKEN! AM PEWFECT FWUFFY! AM BESTEST FWUFFY!”
Stitches chokes on it’s laughter, practically foaming at the mouth as it whines and mutters broken and repeated gibberish. Hackjob just breathes, their masked face never once leaving Lady Bell. They start to approach again, stalking closer and closer despite Ladyy Bell’s stumbling attempts to back away.
“S-Stop! Weave Wady Beww awone! N-Nu caww Wady Beww bwoken! G-Gu 'way!!” She demands, becoming more distressed the closer the mutant got.
She stumbles over some blocks, scrambling her hooves to coordinate properly and allow her to keep moving back, only to find herself cornered when her hindquarters bump into a cubby shelf full of miscellaneous toys. Hackjob stops just before her, shoving the muzzle of their mask near her face. She turns her head and squeezes her eyes shut in hopes that if they eat her, they do it quickly enough that it won’t hurt. Her heart pounds heavily in her chest, body trembling in utter dread. Tears run down her cheeks as she whimpers that she doesn’t want to sleep forever. Drool dribbles down from the lolling tongue of the giggling one, the warm, wet slobber spattering on her cheek. They huff through their mask, breathing in deeply as they smell her. Their cold, masked muzzle briefly brushes over the thin fluff and sensitive flesh of her neck and chest, causing her voice to die in her throat, choking out what was intended to be a scream. She would’ve peed herself had she not lost her literal shit from the sight of the other horrible monsters in the house earlier.
Stitches continues to incoherently ramble with broken laughter, it’s tone growing more deranged and husky. “B-Bwok–heehHaaheeheehee~ Bwoken-Bwoke-hheehennghnmmeeheehee- n-nnu…not-no-tnot…Not-haahaha-not-Bwoken~”
Lady Bell trambles, carefully peeking open an eye at the mutant’s words. Stitches bites their tongue, trying to hold in it’s inevitable laughter. “N-not-Not-NotHAhaahahahaNot? Not B-Bwahahaheeheehee~ Not Bwoken? Not…Not-Not bwoken! Not B-Not Bwoken! Not bwoken! HaHAAHAAANOT BWOKEN?!”
She cringes in discomfort, but tries to force a smile. At least something understood she wasn’t broken! She gives a nervous laugh in response, about to reply in confirmation that it was correct, she wasn’t a broken fluffy, she was perfect. Until she glanced down and saw something that made her blood run ice cold and her heart drop into the pit of her stomach.
There, between Hackjob’s legs was a limb that wasn’t there before. It was the biggest erection she’d ever seen compared to any horny stallion she’d ever met. It was covered in thick veins and unsettlingly twitched and dripped clear fluids on the playroom floor. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening. Her breathing becomes short and ragged, her horror coming to light at the realization of what this… This thing wanted.
“Nu… Nu, nu, nu… N-Nu…”
She was cornered, there was no escape. Even if she could find a way to run this monster would easily catch up to her due to her injured hoof. She would be pinned down, forced against her will to try to take that… That disgusting mass. She was a pageant pony. A show fluff of high pedigree and this… This monster was an abomination against all natural order! The mere idea of them copulating was beyond reprehension! She couldn’t. She literally couldn’t, it would kill her! It’d be like having a whole human forearm ripping her apart from the inside out!! This couldn’t be happening!! They moved closer, pawing at the floor, trying to coordinate their limbs to pull her closer and push her down. Her body flinches at the feeling of hot, wet meat brushing against the flesh of her lower body. Lady Bell panicked. Her terrified mind scrambled to think of something, anything to say to convince the behemoth to change it’s mind and not penetrate her scared and fragile being. To keep her alive and not utterly destroy her body within it’s vile embrace.
“Nu, nu, nu, nu, NU, NUHUUHUUHUU!! Am bwoken!! Am bwoken! AM BWOKEN!! WADY BEWW AM BWOKEN!!! HUU HUU HUUHUUHUU!!” She screams, hiccuping a sob as she shakes her head. Her legs feebly trying to swing and kick at the massive monster above her. It dawns on her just how weak and feeble she is compared to the monster looming over her. “N-NU HAB ENFIES W-WIV BWOKEN FWUFFIES!!”
Hackjob pauses, breathing slow, shuddering breaths through their mask. Stitches jabbers in broken giggles and words, confused and slurring, it’s head rolling from side to side. Lady Bell repeats in a terrified mantra, squeezing her eyes tight as she braces for pain. “A-Am bwoken. Am bwoken. W-Wady Beww B-Bwoken. Nu enfie b-bwoken fwuffies. A-Am bwoken. Am bwoken. Wady Beww B-Bwoken. N-Nu enfie bwoken f-f-fwuffieshuuhuuhuuhuuu…”
Her cries intensify as she feels two hooves connected at the wrist paw at her, roughly shoving her aside and rolling her away. Her wings bend uncomfortably against the floor, but aside from the slight pain, they’re okay. She heaves dryly, trying to catch her breath as she watches the mutant abomination reach into one of the toy cubbies that was behind her and drag out a stuffed toy. It was brown with blue button eyes, and looked like a fluffy, but it didn’t have any leggies. She stared in abject horror as the nightmarish creature snapped their attention to her again, causing her to once again blurt out that she was broken, that she was of no use to them and that it was forbidden that they enf broken fluffies. They continued to stare at her with those empty lenses and derped eyes as they positioned the smiling toy and began to ravage it.
Lady Bell had been sitting stock still, her ass firmly planted on the ground as she was forced to sit and watch at the abhorent display before her lest the monster choose to disobey the rule Mummah Lindsay had left them with. Every shift, every change in breath, every turn of the head had her repeating the affirmation that she was broken. She was still broken.
She’d been stuck here long enough for the depraved creature to finish three consecutive times now, and the repulsive sound of the wet squelching and slick plapping made her want to vomit. It was as though the putrid display was being put on for her like a show. As if the terrifying creatures were trying to rub it in her face that they were partaking in something she couldn’t have. When in reality she wanted no part of it to begin with. Yet the fact that it was happening before her at all was torturous all the same.
It didn’t help that she realized the ‘toy’ fluffy was not a normal stuffy friend at all when she noticed it making muffled noises and oozing tears and snot out of it’s face. If she were any smarter, she’d wager that that ‘toy’ fluffy wasn’t a ‘toy’ at all, and if it wasn’t a toy then that must mean… If that’s what not being broken was, then she must be broken. Being broken was far better than being that.
“Am bwoken fwuffy… Nu hab enfies wiv bwoken fwuffies… Am bwoken fwuffy… Nu hab enfies wiv bwoken fwuffies…”
The only silver lining in this situation was that Hackjob and Stitches were giving the worstest enfies to the toy poopie fluffy and not her, but she couldn’t even feel that sliver of relief because the entire time, both heads of that atrocious monster were staring directly at her. Stitches was mumbling and muttering breathy ‘unfs’ through panted giggles, it’s misaligned eyes somehow managing to focus enough to keep at least one pupil locked on her at all times. Hackjob’s mask was as hollow and blank as always, yet the suffocating feeling of those hungry, dead eyes still burned into her, making her feel as though freezing, thorny vines had somehow wormed their way under her skin and tangled themselves over her body, weaving in and out of her ribcage and squeezing around her heart and throat. Her stomach felt queasy as though she had swallowed a bunch of rocks while her heart pounded in her chest. Her mind felt as if it was full of static or covered in ants, fuzzy and itching. She’s sure that the enfie ‘toy’ had stopped breathing some time ago, seeing as it no longer made any more muffled noises shortly after the second release, but the horrid monster didn’t seem to care in the slightest. They wanted her, but they couldn’t have her. It didn’t mean they weren’t allowed to imagine her under them, useless and at their mercy, and they made sure she knew it. The abomination finished again, and unable to keep from imagining herself in the poopie fluffy toy’s position as the intended victim she felt another wave of nausea run through her, causing her to gag at the taste of bile rising in her throat.
“Alright you two~ I hope you played nice while I was away-Oh! Goodness, am I interrupting?” Lindsay cheerfully asks, stepping into the room.
Lady Bell manages to force herself to turn her gaze away from the monstrosity towards the only hope she has of being rescued from this nightmare. Her voice comes out in a croaky weep, her prideful demeanor long since destroyed by self preservation. "Pwease… Pwease… Am bwoken. A-Am bwoken. Am bwoken. Pwease… Am bwoken…"
Lindsay smiles, walking over as Hackjob and Stitches dismount their toy and sit down in a heap. They turn to Lindsay, panting and tired, only having enough energy to thump their tail on the floor when she gently ruffles their fluffy manes and showers them with praise.
“Oh, what good fluffies you are! Such a good job following the rules and playing with your toys! You must’ve been so pent up, weren’t you? Don’t you worry about that little mess, Mummah will clean it right up! Who knows, maybe we can use it to make you some babbehs of your own~ Wouldn’t that be nice~?”
Lady Bell watches the scene of cheerful praise with sickening disonance, still too afraid to move from her spot. She tries to repeat the broken mantra, but finds that she can barely even make a squeak of noise from how frazzled her nerves are. It isn’t until Lindsay has scooped her up that she even realizes that Lindsay is talking to her.
“… and then we’ll get you all sorted out and you’ll be feeling so much better! Won’t that be nice?”
Lady Bell doesn’t answer, only blinking owlishly through her tears as she struggles to process what little she heard. Lindsay doesn’t seem to care about the lack of response, opting to carry the traumatized mare out of the room and down the hall of horrors. Lady Bell’s eyes catch glimpses of familiar monstrosities as they slowly pass by their doorways. Silhouetted masses shift behind the dark glass of their enclosures. The mare with far too many tiny legs skitters slowly back to her spot beside the blue nightlight, her repetitive whispers too quiet to make out the discernible words. Another shadowy abomination scurries up the walls of their room, spitting an acidic goo onto a toy before screeching and pouncing on it. Lady Bell squeezes her eyes shut, too scared to bear witness to the other horrors lurking within these saferooms.
“Now, before we get started, I just have some rudimentary questions for you. Nothing bad, of course, just wanna get to know you before we start treatment~!”
Being set down on the cold, metal table that looked very much like the one from the vet’s office Lady Bell finally manages to process the fact that Lindsay was wearing different clothes. No longer was she dolled up in the pretty fruit dress. She was now wearing pretty green scrubs and pulling stretchy, blue gloves over her hands after delicately setting a strange pair of glasses on her face. Lady Bell quietly took in the strangely normal looking sight and struggled to comprehend that something so nice or pretty could also be attributed to the creation of such blood curdling horrors.
“Tell me, Lady Bell, when did you first want babbehs?”
“… Whu…?”
“When was the first time you wanted babbehs?” Lindsay repeats, phrasing the question differently.
Lady Bell blinks, confused over the question, yet so traumatically numb that it’s the only thing she can think of to escape the looping memories of her time with Hackjob and Stitches.
“Oh… Uhm… W-when heawd…” She croaks, pausing a moment to swallow the scratchy, dry feeling in her throat. “Wh-When heawd oddah fwuffies tawk ‘bout gettin’ pwettiest babbehs fow bestest babbeh pah-gent pwizies…”
Lindsay nods, scribbling notes on a clipboard, just like the dummeh mistah did when Mummah 'Wetta was examining her babbehs.
“And why did you want to have babbehs?” Lindsay asks sweetly.
“Wan bestest babbehs fo’ hab pwetty pwizies an’ be bestest mummah!” Lady Bell exclaimed, growing more confident in her answers in regards to her original goals.
Lindsay simply writes notes and nods. “I see, and what exactly makes a ‘bestest babbeh’?”
Lady Bell scarcely had to think to answer such a question. She new perfectly well what would make the more perfect, most bestest babbeh. “Nee’ wingies! Bestest babbehs hab bestest wingies. Pointy babbehs am guud too, bu’ wingies am the bestest. A-An’ nee’ be pwetty, wike mummah too!”
“Mhmm~” Lindsay gives an affirming nod, her expression not giving away any sign whether or not what Lady Bell said was good or not. “Well, what about a babbeh with wingies and pointies? Are those goo-”
“NU!!” Lady Bell shouts, interrupting Lindsay. Her eyes glaring at her with pure disgust and hatred. “Pointy-Wingie babbehs am WOSTEST babbehs! Am MUNSTAHS!!”
“Monsters?” Lindsay asks, raising her gaze from the clipboard to make eye contact with Lady Bell. Her expression was nothing short of professional sweetness, but her eyes held a gleam of malice. It was dark, and hungry. “Like Hackjob? Or Stitches?”
Lady Bell balked at the look in Lindsay’s eyes, her moment of confidence wavering was she suddenly felt like she was prey being hunted by a predatory animal wearing human skin. Her body involuntarily shivers at the mention of those two names. Shrinking in on herself, Lady Bell breaks the eye contact, hesitantly answering with a weak voice. “…n… nu…”
“Interesting~” Lindsay scribbles down more notes. “What makes them different?”
“B-Becuz… Becuz…” Lady Bell struggles to form an answer. One was clearly more of a monster than the other, but at the same time both of them were monsters. She feared Hackjob and Stitches, but she hated the pointy-wingie fluffies. In the end they were both monsters all the same to Lady Bell. “N-Nu knu…”
“That’s okay, dear~.” Lindsay smiles softly, scribbling down more notes. “You were a pageant fluff of remarkable show ettiquette, according to your file. It even says you had alicorn-phobia training since filly-hood. Tell me, when did you decide that pointy-wingie fluffies were bad?”
“A-Am awways hate pointy-wingie fluffs…”
“Always? Why?”
“C-Cuz pointy-wingie fwufffs am stoopid… Dummeh munstahs in pageant twaininies was stoopid, dummeh sissie was stoopid, aww of them am stoopid, dummeh, ugwy munstahs…”
“Your sister was an alicorn?”
“Y-Yus…” Lady Bell answers bitterly. A seething rage boiling under her skin at the thought of her sibling.
“I see. Tell me, what did your sister do to make you hate her?”
“Evwy-thin’! Stoopid sissie twy tu wuin Wady Beww whowe wife!!”
“Goodness! That sounds just awful! Start from the beginning, tell me everything.”
Lady Bell trembled, both from the chill of being on the cold, metal table and from the discomfort of being in Lindsay’s presence. The sticky, blood-soaked bandages clinging to the nerves of her degolved hoof make it hard to think, but she tries. If only to mentally escape to better times and stall off whatever horrible ‘treatment’ Lindsay had in store for her.
“W-Weww… When Wady Beww was jus’ widdwe fiwwy, Owd Daddeh say aww babbehs nee’ tu twainsies fow pah’gent. Haf tu be bestest fwuffies ebah! Wady Beww twy bestest an’ wowk weawwy hawd, but dummeh Sissie awways get in way!”
“Ohh, poor dear~” Lindsay grins, urging Lady Bell to continue her tale.
“Wady Beww used tu wub Sissie, awways tweatied hew guud, but dummeh Sissie was awways BAD! Sissie aways take pwetty baww fow pway fiwstest, cuz mummah say ‘am speshuw’. Awways get mostest huggies an’ wub fwom Mummah, cuz ‘am speshuw’ eben tho she nu am bestest. Awways get bestest wub fwom Owd Daddeh, even when Wady Beww du bestest dancies!! Owd Daddeh awways say Sissie ‘am speshuw’ fow hab pointies AND wingies!” Lady Beww sniffles, her jealous heart hurties qucikly turning into anger. “That nu even count the dummeh pointy-wingie twainies-time wiff oddah pointy-wingie babbehs. Aww o’ them was dummeh meanies! Owny wiked dummeh Sissie cuz she was a dummeh munstah jus’ wike them! Say Wady Beww nu awwowed tu pway cause nu hab pointy!”
“Ebwywun awways wike dummeh pointy-wingie munstahs! Nebah wike Wady Beww ‘nuff because am jus’ hab wingies!! Dummeh Sissie an’ munstah fwens aww am STOOPIDEST DUMMEHS! Make Wady beww biggest angwies! Hab to be bestest fow hab bestest pwizies an’ show ebwywun dat Wady Beww am Bestest bestest ebah!! Make Wady Beww hab tu make oddah fwuffies wowstest! Eben Sissie!”
If Lindsay hadn’t been fully interested in Lady Bell’s rambling spiel before, she most certainly was now. “What did you do, Lady Bell?”
“W-Wady Beww nu du n-nuffin! Am Bestest fwuffy!”
It was obvious she was lying, it moreso sounded like Lady Bell was trying to convince herself more than anything. Lindsay could practically see through the delusion as if it were an illuminated neon sign. She rephrases the question. “What happened to the alicorns, Lady Bell~?”
“They haf an ac-acci-ack-…uh… Ack-see-dent…” Lady Bell murmered, shuffling uncomfortably. Lindsay simply watched and waited for the mare to continue. Lady Bell couldn’t stand the silence.
“W-Was at pah-gent… W-wanted tu win su baddies… Owd Daddeh say nu tu wose, o-ow him take way Wady Beww weggies, an’ Wady Beww nebah get sketties ebah ‘gain. Wady Beww nu wan tu nu hab sketties, a-an’ nee’ weggies fow wun, an’ pway… So… So W-Wady beww… M… M… Made bad peepees next tu Zay-vee-yuh, so make it wook wike him haf bad peepees… Wady Beww was suuuu smawties. Evwy-fwuffy saw Zay-vee-yuh’s bad peepees!”
“Then heawd Pinkie shouties, saw buwnies fwom bwack nu-sketti nummin’ big waww bwankie! Fwuffies was su scawdies, twy wun ‘way! Big waww bwankie come down, an’ Wady Beww heaw big wingy noise. Aww the big Mummahs and Daddehs was shouties an’ wunnies tu get ‘way fwom big smokie munstah an’ buwnies. Was scawiest thin’ EBAH! Aww the fwuffies made woud scweamies. Wots of sky wawa come down aww ovew! A-An’… An’… Wady Beww saw them… Aww scweamies with biggest buwnie huwties huu huuu…Nu mowe munstah fwuffies weft, su… W-Wady Beww got the bwue wibbon fow f-fiwst timesie. Daddeh say ‘Good Jobsie, Wady Beww.’…”
Lindsay watched as Lady Bell sniffled and wiped away her tears, a pitying expression on her face. “Oh, you poor thing, that must’ve been so awful…”
Lady Bell shook her head, hiccuping. “Was… Was happiest day of Wady Beww’s wife…”
Lady Bell looks at Lindsay, a crooked, manic smile on her tear stained face. It was twisted, warped with a happiness only delusion could provide. “W-Wady Beww knew Daddeh wan Wady Beww tu be Bestest Show Fwuffy ebah, su Wady Beww du any-thin’ tu be Bestest an’ get Bestest pwizies!”
“Including killing your own sister?” Lindsay quiered.
“Whu?”
“Didn’t your sister die with the rest of the pointy-wingie fluffs in the fire?”
“PSHHFFFNO!” Lady Bell scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Dummeh Sissie stiww awive… Pwobabwy…”
“What do you mean? Wasn’t she at the pagent with you?” Lindsay asked, pursing her lips in confusion.
“Nu. Dummeh munstah Sissie was at homesie. Nu can compete wiv tuu much head huwties!”
“What head hurties do you mean?”
Lady Bell snorted, giggling in sadistic glee. “Dummeh Sissie hab ack-see-dent tuu~”
“Was pwayin’ in safie woom, an’ Sissie wet Wady Beww hab pwetty wed baww fiwst su couwd pwactice hew pwancies. Wady Beww hab suu much fun! The baww was wowwin’ an’ bouncin’, bu’ then the baww woww tuu faw an’ Sissie twipped ovah it!”
“Hew face went ‘SMACK’ ‘gainst the fwoow! Wady Beww waugh and waugh, was suuu funneh! Bu’ Sissie nu get back uppsies guud, an’ when Wady Beww saw booboo juice, had tu teww Mummah. Daddeh was suuu maddies, ask wha’ happen. Wady Beww teww twuth, say Sissie was pwayin baww, then feww on hew facie! Now Sissie nu am pointy-wingie fwuffy nu mowe, jus’ wingie fwuff that nu tawk su guud, an Wady Beww get tu win pah-gent instead! Heeheeheehee~”
“Incredible.” Lindsay states as she finished scribbling down her notes. “Loretta was most certainly right in bringing you to me. You’ve deserved a good fixing for quite a long while!”
“W-Wha? B-Bu’ Wady Beww nu wan fixies! Nu wan fixies!!” Lady Bell stammers as she looks around for a means of escape. The table’s too high, she’ll most certainly break a leg from that fall. Her feathers still haven’t fully come in, so there’s no hope to fly. She flaps them anxiously anyway.
“Oh now don’t you worry your precious little head, my darling~” Lindsay coos in reassurance. Grabbing a syringe from a nearby tray. “You’ll still be able to have babbehs, you’ll just be a little different~”
“Nu! NU!! NU WAN!! NU WAN!!!” Lady Bell shrieks as she tries to scramble away, only for Lindsay to grab hold of her injured back leg and drag her closer. “WADY BEWW NU WAN FIXIES!! AM GUUD FWUFFY! AM GUUD FWUFFYYYYYY!!!”
Lindsay pauses, her sweet and polite smile shifting into a small frown. She clicks her tongue a couple of times before giving a soft hum and setting down the syringe. “Lady Bell? Lady Bell, listen here… Laaady Beeelll~”
Lady Bell slows her panicked crying an breathes more calmly. Teary eyes peering up at the blonde woman. “W-W-Whu…?”
“What do you think makes a Good fluffy?”
Lady Bell pauses, emotionally whiplashed by the question. “W-Wady Beww a-am g-g-guud f-fwuffy… G-Guud fwuffy a-am B-Bestest fwuffy…”
“I see… A good fluffy listens to their mummahs and daddehs, right?”
“Y-Yus…”
“A good fluffy is kind, sweet, and caring, right?”
“Yus?”
“A good fluffy makes good poopies in the litter box?”
“Yus. Yus!”
Lindsay chuckles softly, smiling down at the mare and gently running her fingers through the delicate strands makinng up her pitiful excuse of a mane. “A good fluffy doesn’t lie, and full of love for everyone around them, human and fluffy alike, right?”
“Yus! That’s wight!” Lady Bell nods, giving Lindsay a crooked smile in a desperate need to appeal to her captor.
“You aren’t any of those things.” The seamstress states, causing Lady Bell’s smile to drop in horrified confusion.
“W-Whu?”
“You hurt your sister, you killed countless of other fluffies out of jealousy, you ran away from home, you used no ounce of love to make stallions give you babbehs, you accidentally killed two of your babbehs, and intentionally tried to kill another, you made bad poopies and peepees outside the litter box a lot. You lied many, many times, and you have not been kind nor caring, nor sweet to any human or fluffy you’ve met. And to top it all off…” She scoots Lady Bell over to a mirror, angling it so Lady Bell can get a good, long look at herself. “You don’t even have much of any fluff anymore… You are Nothing that a good fluffy should be…”
Lady Bell chokes on her sobs, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she’s forced to face every hurtful fact. She wasn’t good, she wasn’t the bestest, she wasn’t even a fluffy anymore. She had no special friend to hug, her babbehs didn’t love her, she had no mummah or daddeh to tell her how good she was. She had nothing. She wasn’t worth having anything. She was just… Broken.
“W-… W-Wan… Wan di-” She whimpered through her tears, cut off by Lindsay pulling her face away from her reflection to force her to meet her beautiful, green gaze.
“I’m sure you do, dearie, but you have a choice to make first~” Her soft, toothy smile growing wider at Lady Bell’s descent. “Either you choose those nasty little thoughts and wallow in your endless misery, or you can let Mummah Lindsay fix you aaallll better, and I’ll help you become the goodest little fluffy you’ve ever seen~”
Lady Bell felt like she was sinking in an endless ocean, struggling to keep her head from dipping under the endless black waves. Blinking through her tears and broken sobs, her vision focuses, and she really looks at Lindsay. She should be seeing a wretched monster, a horrifying face of ill-intent and wrongness that she knows will make her endure a Hell like no other.
Yet in this moment, through the feelings of the rocky waves and the encompassing dread of never being whole, she sees an angelic light. A halo of gold over a beautiful, kind face bearing gem-like green eyes and a voice so soft and sweet it feels like a warm hug to her ears. The honeyed promise of being whole, of being what she’s meant to be tugs at the yearning that fills the mare’s aching heart. For just that moment, Lady Bell saw a need for redemption clung to it. She nods through her cries, begging Lindsay to fix her, to help her, to make her a good fluffy again. She wanted to be good. She needed to be fixed.
Lindsay smiles, not uttering a single sound as she plunges the syringe into Lady Bell’s flank. The mare barely manages to give out a squeal before her body goes limp in her arms.
Several hours passed as Lindsay carved away, carefully removing the slab of skull matter before replacing it with the twice measured replacement piece. As expected, it fit perfectly into place. It’ll feel heavy for the mare, that’s for certain, but she’ll adjust in time. Of that, Lindsay had no doubt. Stitch and sew, a connection of nerves, a reattatchment of tissue. It wqas quite the workload for such a small thing, but Lindsay was thrilled to perform it all the same. Best to tend to that poor foot too. Her nerves must be so raw and sensitive from exposure and grinding against the fabric of those old bandages. Finishing up, she allowed Lady Bell to rest on the table while she cleaned up and set up her own temporary safe room. Don’t want the sweet dear to be distressed after surgery, do we?
It was approximately two more hours before Lady Bell stirred from her sleep. She groaned, her body aching, and her head throbbing. She tried to get up, only to wobble onto her side.
“Ah, ah, ah! No straining yourself, dear, you’ve had quite the procedure!” Lindsay tuts, offering her a straw in a cup of water to hydrate Lady Bell.
“W-Whewe…? Wha’ happen…?” Lady Bell asks, eyes squinting as the over head lights made her head throb all the more.
“You did such a good job, Lady Bell! I’m so proud of you~” Lindsay praises, gingerly petting Lady Bell’s mane. Lady Bell can’t help but bask in the praise, a weak smile on her face. Did she do it? Is she whole and good again? Did Lindsay fix her?
“Wh-Why… Hab huwties…?”
“Well, it wasn’t easy, but I managed to give you something that will make you fight that jealousy you’ve been struggling with.” Lindsay cheerfully explained as she helped Lady Bell up and moved her over to the mirror again.
There, in her reflection, Lady Bell saw what she at first thought was another fluffy, only to realize the dreadful truth. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gave out a hoarse whimper. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but her body wouldn’t allow it. Instead she stared at the candy pink horn sprouting out of her head, it’s irridescent shine catching the light in a way that would be beautiful if it wasn’t so horrifying. She was a monster.
“B-B-Bu-Whu-Wh-Whu??!?!”
Lindsay giggles from behind her, wrapping her around Lady Bell in the form of a gentle hug. “So many of your problems were cause by your jealousy of alicorns, so with this little fix, it should help to relieve you of that nasty little feeling~ In the meantime, we can work together to resolve any of your other problems!”
"N-N-Nu… Nu, nu, nnu NuuununununuNUNUNUNUNU NUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! NU AM WEAW!!! NU AM WEAW!!! AM WINGIE FWUFFY! AM WINGIE FWUFFY! NU AM MUNSTAH!!! NU AM MUNSTAAAAAHAAHAHAAAAAGH!!!"
Lindsay smiles wider, practically beaming as she craddles Lady Bell to her chest. “Of course you’re not a monster, Lady Bell~ You’re a sweet, precious, little alicorn now~ And I’m gonna make you allll better, no matter how many changes we need to make… So don’t you worry, my dear… This is just the beginning~”
Lady Bell belongs to @UndercoverPallasCat
Hot snot this chapter took me forever to finish!! Sorry it took so long, life has been pretty crazy and I’ve honestly run out of steam to continue this story… Maybe I’ll make an epilogue or something later? idk.
All I know is UPC isn’t interested in fluffies anymore and I feel bad writing their characters without their input. Whatever the case, Lady Bell will be in eternal torment under Lindsay’s care, slowly being whittled away mentally and physically to become ‘Better’ in Lindsay’s eyes.
