“Betsy wuv Bestest babbeh TB show! Fank you daddeh!” She said hugging your arm.
“I can tell. Just try not to fall off the couch again okay?” You pet her head and scratched behind her ear.
“Otay daddeh!” She settled back down as the commercials ended.
“We are back! Now that we have met our fluffy contestants, it is time we get on with the TRAILS! Our first trial involves the foals pushing a very heavy ball along a super scary path! Whichever foal fails to make it, or is last to the finish line, is out of the competition.”
“Bestest babbeh nu scawed of anyfing!” Cried Emma. Her little colt suckiling from her teat.
“Well it is time to find out! Assistants, if you would, bring out the balls!”
Out came five assistants each carry out a bowling ball. As you were busy gawking at their sweater cannons, Betsy started to scream in joy.
“Dose awe big bawws! BETSY WUV BIG BAWWS!”
“Please stop talking Betsy…” She kept wiggling her tail as she watched the assistants bring the balls to the center of the stage.
“These balls may look light, but they each weigh 15 pounds!! Now you may be thinking, ‘isn’t that too heavy for these tiny foals?’ The answer is no! The path is smoooooth, but, it will require all of the foal’s strength. Now assistants, bring the foals to the path!”
The assistants each picked up a foal, all of which were reluctant to leave their mothers. The mothers just said calming and reassuring things to their foals. They were brought to a platform that raised from the stage. It had five lanes each about ten feet long. Each lane was wide enough to accomadate the bowling balls with room to spare. The foals were placed on the starter pad were they looked around lost. There was a small gate on the pad that prevented them from seeing the path. The balls were placed on the pads beside them. The walls were lined with pictures of creepy faces and halloween decorations that were truly frightning to fluffies. The floor was also painted in a similar fashion, except it had blood stains instead of the creepy faces.
“Ooo, babbeh wuv baww! Dis am biggest baww babbeh eva seen!” Cried the filly.
“Now I want all you foals to pay close attention.” the host stood behind the foals and snapped his fingers to get their complete attention. “You must push your ball across this path to the other side. Failure to do so means you are NOT a bestest babbeh!”
“Huuu huuu! Babbeh AM bestest babbeh!” cried the green colt.
“Now I want you to begin pushing your ball…NOW!” With that, the gate was opened. Instead of pushing the balls the foals saw the horrific images and started to cry.
“HUU HUU! SCAWY! BABBEH NU WIKE!” cried Nina’s blue foal.
“Huuu huuu! Mommah! Pweeze safe bestest babbeh!” Cried Snowbell’s foal.
“Pweeze nu huwt gud babbeh! Huu huuu! Babbeh make scawdy peepees!” Cried the pissing filly of Hellen.
“Nu wun gu down scawy pwace! Huu huu!” Cried Emma’s foal.
“Pweeze save bestest babbeh! Babbeh nu wike meanie pwace!” Cried Lucy’s foal.
“Now isn’t the time for complaing!” the host said. “If you want to be the bestest babbeh then you have to go through the scaaaaaary path and push the ball. Other wise you are NOT the bestest babbeh!” The foals kept crying until they heard their mother’s voices speaking up.
“Babbeh! Nu be dummeh! Push baww down meanie path!” Cried Lucy.
“Mommah nu can saf babbeh! Babbeh must push baww!” Cried Nina.
“Babbeh be gud and wisten to nice mista!” Shouted Snowbell.
“Bestest babbeh push baww! Mommah wuv you!” Encouraged Emma.
“Mommah nu wan hewp babbeh! Huuu huu! Meanie path scawy!” Hellen covered her eyes with her hooves.
With those ‘encouraging’ remarks the foals started to push the balls. The process was very slow as the foals were barely able to get the balls moving. It didn’t help that none of them wanted to leave the safety of the pad for the horror of the path.
“Pweeze move mista baww! Babbeh nu am stwong enuf! Huuu huuu!” Lucy’s foal was pushing the ball off the pad at the rate of a snail.
“Huu huuu! Babbeh scawed!” Nina’s foal pushed against the ball to begin the process. The ball moved ever so slowy towards the edge of the pad.
“Why mommah nu wuv babbeh!” The filly cried as she hid behind the ball.
“Babbeh nu can push baww! Huuu huuu!” Emma’s foal hit the ball with it’s hooves again and again. The light smacks nudged the ball a few millimeters…
“Babbeh wan be bestest! Babbeh can push baww!” Little Snowbell’s foal nudged against the massive ball as hard as he could.
The mothers kept ensuring they foals as the host stood by and watched. It took several minutes before the foals had finally managed to make it halfway down the path. Their was a trail of shit, piss, and tears following the foals. All except for Hellen’s filly. She was still hiding behind the ball at the starting point.
“If you don’t start moving that ball you won’t be the bestest babbeh litttle one.” The host said to her.
“Huuu huuu! Babbeh nu can push baww! Baww to big fow babbeh! Huuu huuu! Pweeze hewp babbeh! Nu wike scawy pwace!” She tried to hide from the host by moving to the other side of the ball.
“Well I think we have our first loser ladies and gentlemen. Assistants, if you will, remove the others from the path and place them with their mothers.” The assistants obeyed the host. The mothers hugged their teary eyed foals with gusto. “It is obvious they would have all finished far before this filly. That means this round is over and the first to be kicked off the show is Hellen and her sorry excuse of a foal!” The host brought the filly up in the air by it’s tail.
“SCREEE! TAIW HAF OWIES!” She kicked helplessly.
“Pweeze gif Hewen babbeh back! Babbeh nee mommah!”
“Sorry, that is not how the rules go. This is not a good babbeh, thus it must be not be allowed to live. Surely you knew that.” He held the foal in front of Hellen who waved her forelegs in vain attempt to grab her foal.
“NUUUU! BABBEH AM BESTEST BABBEH! GIF BABBEH! HUUUU HUUU! BABBEH AM BESTET BABBEH!” Hellen’s screaming started to upset the other fluffies, as well as Betsy, so the assistants brought them off stage. “GIFSIES BABBEH! HUUU HUU! HEWEN NEE BESTEST BABBEH!”
“Why meanie nu gif babbeh tu mommah?!” Betsy cried.
“Well… just watch.” You weren’t sure what was going to happen, but you weren’t about to miss it just because Betsy was getting anxious.
“For the love of games and such, we will give this foal one more chance to live. Just ONE chance.” The host walked back to the paths and pulled up on the starter pads. The entire structure was tilted to a twenty-five degree angle. He set the foal on the starter pad, which had stayed level and placed the bowling ball directly behind her. The entire thing was facing Hellen. “If Hellen’s filly can run faster than this ball then she will be allowed to live. If not, well, she will be squished. Not that it matters. She is not, the BESTEST BABBEH!”
With that he thumped her rump off the pad. The ball was released almost the instant her hooves touched the slanted path. Her tiny hooves were moving as fast as they could under the fast approaching impending doom behind her.
“NUUUUUUUUU!!” Hellen screamed. She watched in horror as the ball speed towards her bestest babbeh with no chance of escape.
“WHY NU SAF BABBEH!” Betsy screamed.
“SCREEEE-SPLISH” The little filly hadn’t even made it halfway down the path. The only thing left on the path was a large bloodstain with a bit of mashed up pink fluff.
“NUUUU HUUUU! BABBEH!” Hellen jumped off the pedestal and broke her forelegs upon impact with the ground. “SCREEE! HEWP HEWEN! HEWEN HAF WOWSTEST OWIES! HUUUUU!”
“That is all for now. Stay tuned for more, after these messages.”
“Huuu huuuu! Betsy nu wike dis show! Huu huuu!” Betsy buried her face into your leg as she cried.
“It’s okay Betsy, calm down.” You stroked the back of her mane as you suppressed a smile.
