in light of someone posting something very similar here’s a thing I’ve been working on for way too long
Detroit was an odd city. Devastated by the loss of manufacturing in the late 90s, the city only recently recovered. The recovery was focused on the city center, with the outskirts largely abandoned. A locale ripe for feral fluffies.
Purpie was one such fluff. A purple mare just a little over a year old, she was alone. Her special friend disappeared one day while finding nummies. Her babies fell out of her tummy too soon from the tummy hurties. The experience left her depressed and anxious, not wanting to get close to anything or anyone else. Long weeks passed as she scavenged alone through the decaying suburbs. She didn’t want for much. At least, other than company.
She was rummaging through trash near her nest when she heard crying from around the corner. A babbeh needed help. She didn’t want to get involved. Her heart had too many hurties, almost too many to bear.
The crying continued. She pretended not to hear. “Wa wa wa puwpie nuh heawsies” she said over and over, trying to drown out the crying but a frown overtook her face.
“Wa…wa… poopies.” She grumbled as her good hearted nature overtook her facade of indifference. “Dummie puwpie gun get wowstest huwties 'gain…” and trudged towards the ruckus. She still had milkie places, she could feed a few babbehs for a bit and then be back on her way, no need to get attached. No need to get hurt.
She only found a single babbeh.
A big one.
A human one.
Wrapped in a dirty bundle the human baby was alone behind a decaying house. Purpie couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Hewwo? Anee mistuhs oh wadies? Dis babbeh ams cwyins!” She shouted out into the empty suburb. No responses. How’d a baby get here if there weren’t any humans around?
She walked up to the baby and poked it with her hoof. The vibrantly purple fluffy was interesting enough for the baby to stop screaming. It reached out to her as it suckled its thumb, tears still falling down its cheeks.
“Hewwo babbeh. Wai yu cwyin?” Purple asked as she circled around the baby. She didn’t see any booboo juice and couldn’t smell anything that would mean bad poopies. She sat next to the baby and thought deeply or at least what passed as deep thoughts for a fluffy. She pondered for what felt like several forevers, as if her little brain was trying to hide the answer to protect her.
“Oh! Babbeh nee miwkies!” She got up and proceeded to feed the baby who hungrily emptied her out, “Mummah wub babbeh, babbeh wub mummah, dwink wots ob miwkies” she sang as she fed the baby, trying her best to remember the lyrics to a tune she never wanted to sing again.
Purpie gave the baby a lick on the cheek and stood up, “Hewwo? Babbeh hab miwkies buh nee mummah oh daddeh!?” she shouted out again to anyone or anything that would listen. There was still no response. She paced back and forth in troubled thought. She didn’t want to get close to anything again but… this baby needs her help and she is a good fluffy. Or at least wanted to be one.
“Dummie puwpie just gun get huwties…” she said aloud as she rubbed her cheeks with her forehooves.
She bit into the bundle and painstakingly dragged it to her nest. She had to stop a few times to catch her breath and once to play with a butterfly that had floated right past her snout. After a few forevers of effort the human baby was at the very least, protected in the finest cardboard that Purpie could find.
Purpie grimaced. Babbeh did not smell pretty. Poopies in the nest were dangerous, the smell could bring predators and even sickie wawas. The mare steeled herself. Lickie cleanies? No, Babbeh was too big. She’d get sick herself. The only option was to use herself as a wipe. She brushed against the baby with her hoof, filth clinging to her like the worst kind of mud imaginable but soon Babbeh was clean. Cleaner. Less gross. Babbeh giggled, coo’d, and smiled at her fluffy mummah.
Purpie’s heart melted with love. Worth it. Mostly. “Babbeh, mummah be backsies, nee cweanies.” Purpie said as she tried to trot without putting her shit covered hoof down onto the nest. She’d have to find someplace to scrape it off and hopefully come up with a better solution because this wasn’t going to work long term.
She closed the flaps of her nest with one final “Wub yu” and made her way into the suburb. Scavenging opportunities were bountiful, all the houses around were abandoned before Purpie was even born. She’d often considered moving into one of the empty abodes but they came with risks and unknowns that she just couldn’t justify. So many human objects were dangerous and for a fluffy there was barely any way to know until something hurt them. The houses were dark too, the power long shut off. Too scary to stay in for long.
But they also had the most loot. Babbeh needed not-fluff, hopefully a blankie. Purpie needed cleaning. She decided it was worth the risk. She looked around and spotted a nearby house with a window just open enough for a fluffy to sneak through. She considered the situation, idly brushing her poopy hoof in the grass as she thought. She could get in, but could she get out?
She thought of Babbeh shivering last night. The days were getting colder. Babbeh needed warms. Her fluffy nerves filled with a steely resolve. She made her way to the house repeating “babbeh nee wawms” to herself to keep her cool.
Climbing over the windowsill and scampering into the opening she flopped through into the house with a fwumpf. She looked back up at the window. Too high to reach. She muttered to herself. “Dummeh mummah…” but rose to her hooves. The house was dark, but light from outside gave her enough to work with if she was careful. She made her way through the abandoned entryway and into the house proper.
Off to the corner was a small room which she recognized as a human litter box. She would have thought it was absurdly ostentatious to have such a large box to do poopies if she knew the word, but it often had wawa hidden away. Perfect for rinsing off her hoof. She waddled into the dusty bathroom. In her experience there were three kinds of wawas in the human litter box; the big wawa, the uppies wawa, and the poopie wawa.
The big wawa was the most dangerous. If she fell into the bathtub there was a good chance of her never getting out. The poopie wawa sometimes had well, poopies. There was a thingie she could pull to make the poopies go away but it was loud, scary, and barely ever worked. The tall wawas were her preferred target, the only issue being that it’s very hard for a fluffy to reach a sink.
There was an empty clothes hamper near the sink. Perfect. She toppled it over and climbed up to the sink. “Pwease hab wawas foh mummah, uppies wawa.” Purpie begged the sink as she turned the faucet. A small bit of water trickled down. She smiled gratefully, “Thankies foh wawa!” and started rinsing off her hoof. After getting a long drink from the sink she turned off the faucet and trotted down her makeshift bridge. On the floor was a soft fuzzy thing. Potential warmies. She dragged it into the entry way for later.
Any sort of blanket or rag she found she would drag back to the window. Warms and wipes for Babbeh. Anything potentially stackable she’d bring along too. She had no idea how long she’d been spending there but the light was starting to dim. With the grace of a blockies champion she stacked and pushed cardboard until she was able to make it to the window. She made trip after trip, dragging her loot up and over to the outside. She was getting exhausted. The amount of thinking and the physical exertion was taking its toll on the poor fluff. There was no way she could bring everything before dark.
She loaded up a few rags and towels onto her back and apologized to the rest of her loot, “Sowwy fwens, mummah cum backies next bwite times.” She felt guilty about taking them out of the house and leaving the objects alone in the dark, it was very mean of her. Babbeh’s needs came first though and she made the trip back to her nest. She looked back just once with an apologetic frown, “su sowwies bwankies.”
She could hear crying as she closed in to her nest. “Gaspies!” she shouted, “Babbeh hab saddies?!” and rushed as fast as she could, forgetting her weariness. She pulled open the cardboard flaps of her nest with her teeth and zoomed in, “Babbeh! Mummah ams hewe!”
Babbeh couldn’t stop crying. She had been left alone for hours as her Mummah disappeared, maybe forever. She was hungry, cold, and lonely.
“Ams otay Babbeh. Mummah ams hewe. Hab miwkies foh tummie huwties.” The mare said reassuringly as she positioned herself to feed her baby. She latched on as Purpie stroked her head, “Ams otay. Mummah pwomised she cums backsies.”
Babbeh made a little urp to say that she was done drinking. Mummah smiled fondly. Her babbeh was an odd one, but it was definitely the bestest babbeh. Mummah placed the larger towels and rags around the nest. Satisfied, she nudged Babbeh onto the much softer surface and snuggled up tight, wrapping the two of them up in a pile of discarded fabric. “Ni-ni babbeh. Wub yu.” she said as she drifted off to sleep.
Days passed and a new problem emerged. The baby was growing and Purpie’s milk production couldn’t keep up with its needs. She gorged herself on anything she could find. Grass, trash. Anything safe-ish to eat she’d nom it down. The poor fluff was getting chubby from all the extra calories which made getting around even more difficult.
Discarded poopie rags from cleaning the baby were piling up near her nest. The weather was getting colder. Purpie broke down in tears as she was desperately stuffing her face with grass, “n-nee mow miwkies foh babbeh! Huuhuu nee aww da miwkies buh tummy huwties… tuu manee nummies…” She felt like she was going to explode from all the nummies overfilling her tummy. She still needed more milkies. She wasn’t going to have another baby go sleepies. But her tummy…
Tears streamed down her face. She knew the truth. She couldn’t keep this up, “Nee… nee find humin foh babbeh…” She cried and cried. She tried her best, but it wasn’t enough and she knew it. She loved babbeh so much. Enough to let her go.
She waddled back to her nest, huuhuuing mournfully the whole way. She opened up her nest and made sure to feed babbeh as much as possible, “Babbeh. Mummah wub yu su muches. Dwink aww da miwkies. G-gwow big an stwong.” She struggled to get through the mummah song through sniffles and tears.
But the baby cooed and giggled at the sound of its mother’s voice and its favorite lullaby. Little hands gripped Purpie’s fluff. Purpie sniffled one last time and smiled. Babbeh loved her, and that love filled her with a determination that could move mountains, “Mummah gun sabe yu babbeh, pwomise.” She gave the baby a long loving hug and left.
Purpie had walked for what felt like at least 4 forevers which was about as many as there can be. “Hoomins? Daddehs? Mummahs? Babbeh nee hewpies!” she shouted to every house she walked by.
Nothing.
Her hooves hurt like hell, her leggies were tiring and she was worried about her baby being alone for so long. Every time she began to falter she thought of the baby and powered through. She would save her baby even if it killed her.
She was now more than 3 miles away from her nest, the furthest she’d traveled since settling down. Her voice was hoarse, her hooves were starting to blister from the rough terrain. She pushed on. She needed to save babbeh.
Purpie saw lights in the distance. Lights meant humans. She waddled painfully towards the houses, knocking on the doors, “Pwease! Babbeh nee hewp! Ams humin babbeh!” but she pleas were ignored. She tried house after house until one finally opened the door.
“Pwease mistuh! Babbeh nee-”
She was cut off by a boot punting her into the yard. She threw up so many sickie wawas. “Huuhuu nuuu babbeh nee miwkies…” she cried as her precious nummies fell out of her mouth.
“Dumbass fluffy, get out of here!”
The door slammed shut.
Purpie wiped off the sickie wawa from her snout. Her tummy was hurting bad. Her hooves were bleeding and cracked. She couldn’t stop. Not now.
Another door. She slammed her tiny hooves onto the frame, “Pwease! Hab huuhuuu… hab… hab humin babbeh nee hewpies!”
She cried as her bloody hooves left prints on the white paint, “pwease! Nu wan babbeh go fohebah sweepies”
The door opened. A woman peered down at Purpie, “What. Want skettis and toys, you little pest?”
Purpie’s ears perked up at the mention of skettis which made the woman roll her eyes.
“Nuh! Babbeh nee… babbeh nee hewpies! Ams humin babbeh, nee suh manee miwkies! Nuh cans… nuh cans make enuff miwkies!”
“Wait, what? Did you say human baby?”
“Yuh! Mummah’s babbeh ams humin babbeh! Nee hewpies oh go fohebah sweepies!”
“Well, shit. That’s a new one.” The woman bit her lip and rubber her chin, “I am not going to want to live with wondering if you were telling the truth but you better not be lying to me or so help me god I’m going to… stay right there. I’m going to get ready and we’ll go find this baby of yours.”
Purpie collapsed into a heap of exhausted fluff. She started laughing, “su manee huwties… buh babbeh ams gunna be otay! Babbeh ams gun be otay!”
The woman bundled Purpie up in a towel and placed her on the dashboard of her car. Purpie did her best to remember her path but she didn’t have to think hard; the bloody hoof prints made for good bread crumbs. When they got closer to her nest, Purpie was able to give firmer directions.
“Babbeh ams in da boxies, hab wots ob bwankies.” Purpie said as the woman exited the car.
The next few minutes felt like an eternity. Would the woman find babbeh? Was Purpie fast enough?
The woman appeared again, carrying the patchwork bundle of rags that Purpie had assembled.
“Babbeh!” Purpie cheered as the woman entered the car.
“Holy shit. You weren’t kidding. We gotta get this kid to a hospital asap but… you did good girl. You might just be the bestest mummah I’ve ever seen.”
Purpie and Babbeh will return in: Bestest mummah 2: Waow
for helpers week
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