Bestesh Daddeh Ch. 5 [By BFM101]

Every day that past the winds got colder, as the winds got colder more mares died, the more mares died the colder the winds got.

Sandy didn’t want to admit it, but the food situation was no longer an issue, with every Fluffy that died, the herd was able to survive more and more on cannibalism and less reliant on foraging the frozen hellscape. But with fewer and fewer bodies in the Fluff-pile, the bitter winds were taking more out of them with each passing night.

Out of 20 mares who left the safety of their home, only 12 remained, the latest victim being Lisa, the poor traumatised Pegasus who could never find it within herself to eat another Fluffy, wasted the last of her energy during the night and froze to death, small icy tears stuck to her face where she had begged the cold winds to let her see the sun again.

Her pleading was ignored, as were the prayers of so many other mares.

Sandy and Scarlett pushed Lisa’s corpse away, knowing she needed to be eaten fast before the cold froze her body over. But underneath the body of their fallen friend, they saw what she’d been hunched over.

Her three remaining foals, all still chirping, all shivering, all scared about why their mummah wasn’t answering their calls.

Sandy looked at the chirping foals and sighed. “Fuk.”

Scarlett turned to her friend. “Wha du bout babbehs? Neba hab babbehs outwive mummah befowe.”

It was true, for every mother that died, their foals died with them, often just before or alongside them during the night. The little food they had was shared but it often was never enough, every mare in the group at lost at least one foal to hunger or the cold, some of them were unlucky enough to lose all their young.

Out of the 75 foals born to the group, now less than 40 remained.

Sandy looked down at Lisa’s babbehs, the thought of giving them to a different mother was tempting, but the mares were struggling to feed their own foals as it was, there was a very good chance that Lisa’s foals would starve to death sooner or later, not out of malice but out of every mare’s instinct to protect their own foals first.

Sandy sighed again. “Need gib babbehs foweba sweepies, num dem wiv Wisa. Nu hab enuff miwkies tu keep dem awive tuu.”

Scarlett silently nodded, understanding the heartache Sandy was going through. “Wan Scaw-wett tu gib foweba sweepies?”

Sandy shook her head. “Dis am San-dee finkie-pwace pwan, San-dee du it.”

Sandy knelt down beside the three frightened babbehs, softly shhing them as their cries slowly dissolved.

“It ok babbehs, San-dee hewp yu see mummah gain soon, nu hab wowwies nu mowe.”

A firm push and three soft cracks later and there was no more crying. Sandy brought two of the foals to join Lisa’s body before the herd ate, the last she ate herself, a penance for what she had done to the poor souls.

Another day passed, the herd got lucky, only one foal died that night. Sandy lay just on the edge of their tree-nest, taking in what little of the midday sin as she could, as she lay there, she felt the presence of another Fluffy nearby and turned to see Betty settling in beside her.

Betty had lost all three of her foals to the cold, being much older than the rest of the herd, her body couldn’t produce milk fast enough. Despite her blasé nature, Sandy could tell losing all of them hurt the old mare.

“How hewd?” Sandy asked after a moment of silence between the two friends.

“Hewd seem ok, stiww hab heawt-huwties bout wosing babbehs, bu fink da wowst am oba.”

“Du Bet-ee weawwy fink dat?”

Betty shrugged. “Nu matta if twue ow nu, Fwuffies stiww gu foweba sweepies if wong.”

Sandy got up and turned round to face Betty, at the same time allowing herself to look over the herd. Betty was right, the mood seemed to have lifted slightly with several of the mares singing and playing with their foals, but Sandy saw the undercurrent of shame, that fear that came from what they’d had to endure to survive.

“Du Bet-ee fink Fwuffies eba see homesie gain?” Sandy asked, her airy voice not even caring if she got a response or not.

“Maybe, maybe nu. Wai San-dee ask?”

“Coz San-dee scawed dat Fwuffies nu desewve gud homesies nu mowe. Du wowstesh meanie fings, num Fwuffy fwiends, num babbehs, nu can gu homesie afta dat.”

“Fwuffies du meanie fings fow gud weason, su udda Fwuffies an babbehs can wive.”

“Bu fwiends stiww gu foweba sweepies. Can Fwuffies stiww say dat am gud fing if nu stop duin meanie fings?”

Betty opened her mouth, but nothing came out, eventually she closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Bet-ee nu knyo wha gud ow meanie fing nu mowe. Aww Bet-ee knyo is dat San-dee keep hewd awive, dat am aww dat matta.”

Sandy smiled and gave her old friend a quick hug. She still had her doubts over what she was doing, but having Betty by her side did help. The two friends let go just as the sun disappeared behind the clouds, the cold wawa would be returning soon, and the herd needed to be prepared.

A few days later, the first foal opened their eyes.

As luck would have it, it was Sandy’s foal, the purple Alicorn filly she had given to Amber. Usually this would’ve marked a week since the foal’s birth, but with the lack of proper nutrients and a stunted development, it was impossible for the mares to tell how long it had been since then.

Not that they could understand days and weeks as it was.

Amber felt the shuffling at her teats as she fed her foals, this was different to usual babbeh movement when feeding, Amber wasn’t sure how but it felt off. Looking down, she saw the Alicorn filly trying to balance herself on her hindlegs as her forelegs climbed up Amber’s torso, her tiny little eyes slowly fluttering open as this bright, white world in all its blurry glory came into focus and the filly was met with the shocked but smiling face of an orange earthie.

“Heh, mummah?”

Amber looked up at Sandy, a final confirmation between them. Sandy smiled and nodded, and Amber did in turn to the filly.

“Dat wight, am mummah. Mummah wub tawkie babbeh.”

“Wub mummah.”

Amber took the filly into her arms and held her against her chest, the little Alicorn did the same in kind, wrapping as much of herself around her new mother.

Sandy felt a small pang of something, guilt, jealousy, regret? She didn’t know what, but she ignored it, as much as it hurt seeing her only remaining daughter take on another Fluffy as her mother, Sandy knew it was the right choice for all of them and there was no-one she trusted more than Amber.

Throughout the day more and more foals started to talk, not every one of them, but enough to distract the mares from the heartbreak of the last few days. Unfortunately, the happy time was interrupted by one of Scarlett’s sons when his first words were of his teeth chattering.

“Mu…mummah? Ba…babbeh co…cowd.”

And reality reared its ugly head once more.

The cold only got worse.

Tonight was the harshest it had ever been.

The night was pitch-black, not even moonlight could penetrate the clouds. Razor sharp flecks of ice and snow whipped the mares as they tried to huddle together once more, every one of them hunkered in a bowl of heat around the foals.

The babbehs were all terrified, between the cold, the dark and the wet, they all just wanted their mothers, they wanted hugs and warmth and to be told that the awful snow and wind wouldn’t hurt them, but they were blind, the scent of a herd surrounding them on all sides with the blind panic of the snow keeping them stuck in the middle of the bowl, unsure of where their mothers were, or who even was their mother anymore.

Sandy felt the winter freeze tearing at her back, the whipping winds tearing away at her. She tried to pull in closer to the herd, but there wasn’t enough of them anymore, only icy death awaited her now.

Suddenly Sandy felt a weight on top of her, and a warmth returned to her body, not much but enough to fight off the deathly cold. Sandy tried to turn to see her saviour, but in the blackness she couldn’t see much, just tufts of Fluff and unrecognisable shapes.

Then she heard a soft old voice in her ear.

“San-dee wook afta hewd, dat aww dat matta.”

Sandy felt her heart skip, this wasn’t supposed to happen, she tried to move but she was too cold, too tired, too drained to even force herself to move. With the worst heart-hurties she’d ever had, Sandy took one of her saviours legs and held it close, offering the last bit of comfort she could to her friend.

She would keep hugging Betty’s leg all through the night, never letting go until the old mare’s frozen body was lifted off of her in the morning.

It was several days later, and Sandy awoke to the sound of an engine, and of human voices. She sighed and got up, she didn’t care what the humans wanted, if anything she hoped she could offer herself and save the rest of the herd, what little of them that were left.

20 Mares left their home, now there were only 8. Out of 75 foals, now there was only 32. Sandy placed the death of each and every one of them on her shoulders, shoulders she could still feel Betty’s corpse on, the old mare giving her life to save Sandy.

Sandy who didn’t feel like she deserved to be saved anymore.

Climbing out of the trees, Sandy went to approach the humans, whatever they were going to do to her, she deserved it. But then she heard the voices more clearly, and to her shock, she recognised them.

“You sure this is the right place?”

“Beeper say go here, I go here. You buy beeper, it no work, it your fault.”

“DADDEHS!”

It was Johnny and Gheorghe, it was their daddies, the herd was saved.

Sandy’s outburst sent a wave over the herd as one by one they all started to wake up and slowly realise what was going on. That familiar scent of their owners, of safety, of home.

Johnny turned and saw Sandy rushing towards him, he knelt down just as she leapt into his arms, sobbing uncontroably.

“Hey now, hey. Easy there Sandy, it’s ok.”

“Huu, Mis…tah Joh-nee… San…dee hab… wowstesh… heawt…huwties… huu. Miss daddehs… su… much.”

“It’s ok, we’re here now, we’ll take you all home.”

Johnny and Gheorghe looked out over the herd as they climbed out one by one, a look of sadness washed over the men as they realised that less than half of their mares had survived, but Johnny quickly perked up when he saw how many foals there were.

“I see you’ve all been busy, making it through the cold-times like that must’ve been hard.”

Sandy sniffled back more tears. “Wose wots of Fwiends, wose tuu many babbehs. Sandy nu can fidn nummies, nu can find nuffin fow Fwuffies. Hab tu num… num fwiends… HUUUUU!!!”

Sandy burst into tears again and wailed against Johnny’s chest, all the pain and fear over the last months poured out of her and it just would not stop. Gheorghe looked furiously at his partner as the other mares cried and confirmed Sandy’s story, that they had to resort to cannibalism to survive.

“Johnny, can we talk?”

Johnny put Sandy on the ground and followed Gheorghe to a clearing out of earshot. Sandy was still crying as the other mares came up and started hugging her.

“San-dee am bestesh fwiend, save mummahs an babbehs.”

“Nu. San-dee nu save aww mummahs, nu save aww babbehs. Am bad Fwuffy.”

“Nu!”

Sandy looked up, surprised to see it was Penny standing up for her, even everything they went through together, Sandy still wasn’t sure if Penny ever forgave her for killing Lothario or not.

Penny stepped forward. “San-dee du bestesh wowk fow hewd, keep as many mummahs an babbehs awive as she can. Du betta wowk dan anee-wun hewe. Hab biggesh heawt-huwties dat fwiend gu foweba sweepies, hab biggesh huwties dat Wothawio am biggesh meanie. Bu Fwuffies nu can change wha happen, onwy dee-side wha happen nyo.”

“An wha happen nyo?” Amber asked tentatively.

Sandy suddenly felt all eyes on her, even now the herd looked to her for answers. Sandy paused for a moment, until the answer came to her.

“Need gib babbehs way, wet dem have gud wives, hab miwkies dat nu taste of udda Fwuffies, wet dem have wawm bedsies and abew tu wun an pway. Bu nu wiv mummahs, we weave gud homesies coz we wan be mummahs, we bad mummahs, eben if wub aww babbehs, we stiww bad mummahs fow nu wisten tu Mistah Joh-nee and Mistah Gow-gee, nyo babbehs am gun foweba sweepies coz of us… Need wet babbehs gu, dat am hewd pun-ess-ment, twy tu be betta mummahs udda time.”

A murmur of discontent rang through the herd, but after a moment they all agreed that giving up their foals was the most logical course of action, they all needed to heal, and their children needed a chance to live properly.

Sandy turned back to Johnny and Gheorghe, the two men’s argument getting louder.

“…I tell you come here sooner, no know what happen to mares in freezing fucking weather.”

“Look, we couldn’t have gone out in that weather even if we wanted to, we knew we’d risk losing some of them.”

“Some of them? We lose more than half of mares, all cause you want prove a point.”

“I wanted them to appreciate what they had, and after what they’ve had to do, I’ve no doubt they will.”

Amber stood up beside Sandy. “Wha San-dee fink they tawking bout?”

“Nu matta, Fwuffies am safe nyo, dat aww San-dee cawe bout.”

Sandy looked up at Amber’s back, where her Alicorn daughter was sleeping with her adoptive siblings.

“San-dee tawk tu Mistah Joh-nee, wet Amba keep babbehs.”

Amber shook her head. “It am hawd tu see babbehs gu, bu San-dee am wight, need wet babbehs gwow up big an stwong, Amba nu can du dat. Bu Amba be bestesh mummah tiww den, jus wike San-dee teech hew.”

Sandy chuckled, knowing Amber would be more than qualified to live up to those words. As Johnny and Gheorghe returned and starting rounding the mares up into the carrier cages, Sandy felt herself starting to get tired, almost instantly so.

She was half-asleep with Gheorghe picked her up and placed her into her cage, she still had to tell them about her idea about the foals, about how to raise them properly and how to punish the herd for their mistake.

But that could be dealt with another time, right now all Sandy could think about what how the last of her friends were safe and secured, and how she could finally rest knowing they were going to be ok.

Epilogue [END]

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(Betty appears at the gates of Skettiland. Josef is there.)
Josef: “Ahem…oh I HATE this. Welcome to Skettiland, where there are no saddie-timesies and only heart-happies. Can I go now?”
Fluffy Saint Peter: “Did Josef du da ‘Wewcome tu Skettiwand!’ songsies and dancies yet?”
Josef: “no…”
Fluffy Saint Peter: “Den Fwuffy Saint Petew tink dat Josef nu can gu yet.”
Josef: “How do fluffies even have Catholic Saints?! This theology makes no sense!”

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This is definitely one of those “everyone is an asshole” type of stories, but everyone will also be better for it. God, this was all so fucked and yet I really couldn’t seen it turning out much differently.

Rest well Sandy, at least life will be easier now and the memories of hell will slowly start to fade.

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That was a good ride. Thank you @BFM101 !

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Feel glad and The remaining mares and foals finally have been rescued.

Feel sad on betty :cry:

Man it wasn’t expected to be this tragic to the poor mares thanks to that fuck up stallion. :triumph:

Hope Sandy’s baby lived well with Amber.

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As a fan, I notice you use “nyo” as fluffspeak for “now” and honestly it kinda throws me every time. I just don’t think that there’s a way to pronounce it that makes it recognizable to me, and it throws up sort of a roadblock.

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Shame fluffies are so dumb only ridiculous punishments work on them. Still, no empathy, freeze to death because you wanted to fuck, that’s on them.

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