Big Baby, Part 4 [by ChungusMyBungus]

[chungusmybungus]

The day finally arrived. Thank fuck for shady Chinese websites.
The abuser collected the package from the mailman and hurried into his kitchen to open it. Inside were some clear glass syringes, a bottle of dull green fluid, and another tube of superglue.

He waited until nightfall, when the fluffies were asleep.
After they had murdered blue, he had left them in the spare room, continuing to feed them and give them water as if nothing had changed, but the tension in the air was palpable. No longer did the babies cuddle with their mama, no longer did mama play games with them. She was left to sit by herself, while her two babies stayed as far away from her as they possibly could.
They were afraid of her.

Good.

The abuser crept into the spare room that night as the fluffies were all asleep, working by the dim light of the moonlight pouring into the room. He crept over to the nearest baby, pink, and gingerly lifted up his bed, fluffy included, carrying them out of the room and closing the door behind himself, just in case any of the fluffies woke up while he was gone.
He carried the bed into the bathroom and closed the door, stuffing a towel under the crack at the bottom to ensure nobody woke up from the noise.
He was going to have to be quick.

He readied the first syringe, already filled with the dull green liquid. It wasn’t any kind of actual medicine, just a combination of certain chemicals which, in the right dosage, had been known to cause blindness in fluffies.
He placed the syringe at the back of the pink fluffy’s neck and injected half of the liquid. The fluffy stirred briefly at the sensation but otherwise ignored it and continued sleeping.
Then the abuser picked up the superglue.
He unscrewed the cap, tilted the tube into the pink fluffy’s left ear, and squeezed a small amount into it. Once it was fully blocked with glue, he repeated the process on the right ear. Ance again, the fluffy barely noticed anything had happened, and once the glue had dried, it went completely clear.
To all outward appearances, the fluffy was totally normal.

The abuser smiled.
It was going perfectly.

He carried the pink fluffy back to the spare room and replaced it’s bed roughly where it had been, knowing full well that no fluffy pony was smart enough to notice if it was slightly out of place or not.
And then he left, closing the door behind him again, wondering what kind of joys the next morning would bring.

“Hey mama! Hey babies!” He said several hours later, stepping into the spare room again in daylight.
“Hewwo daddeh.” The mare said, listlessly. She had been the same ever since her babies were avoiding her.
“Hewwo.” Yellow muttered from his position far away from his mother, same as usual.
Pink was still lying in bed. Eyes closed, not moving, but breathing slowly. It seemed asleep. The abuser smirked.
Perfect.

“Hey pink!” He said, strolling up to the pink fluffy, which didn’t move at all. “…hey, pink!” He repeated, slightly louder. Pink stirred very slightly, but ultimately continued sleeping.
“Hey, mama, yellow…” The abuser said at last. “I think something’s wrong with pink!”
That snapped them both to attention.
“WHA?! WHA HAPPEN TO PINKY BWUDDAH?!”
“BABBEH! NU! MUMMAH COMIN’!”
The two fluffies galloped across the room, coming to a halt at the abuser’s feet as he looked down at the steadily sleeping pink fluffy.
“HEY! PINK!” He suddenly shouted, startling both yellow and mama, but finally awakening pink.
“Snrrk- whu…?” Pink muttered, awakening mid-snore. He opened his eyes, blinking several times, but seemed confused.
“Wha? Why dawkies?” He asked, looking around.
“Siwwy bwuddah,” Yellow said. “It nu dawkies!”
“Wha?! Noisy?” Pink asked, looking around again.
The superglue filling the pink fluffy’s ears was just enough that it had begun to block out most sounds, but the fluffy wasn’t totally deaf yet. It could still hear, just not very well.

“Oh dear.” The abuser said grimly. “It’s just as I thought.”
“Wha wong? Wha wong wif babbeh daddeh?!” Mama asked frantically, hopping from foot to foot.
“Your baby… how can I say it…” He said, dragging out her anxiety as much as he could. “Your baby can’t see anymore… and I don’t think he can hear too good either.”
“WHA?!” Mama shrieked.
“Noisy?! Mummah?!” Pink squeaked, looking around in fear, sightless eyes flicking back and forth, desperately trying to see anything… and failing.
“Wha happen?! Why bwuddah nu seesy owe heawsy?!” Yellow asked, looking like he was about to cry.
“Gee, I’m not sure.” The abuser said, frowning in deep thought. “But remember, blue had problems too… maybe pink is just a bad baby…”
“NU! NU BAD BABBEHS! NU BAD MUMMAH!” Mama shrieked, burying her face in her hooves.
“Are you sure?” The abuser asked her. “Are you sure you’re a good mama?!”
“YUS! YUS DADDEH! MUMMAH GUD MUMMAH! MUMMAH BESTEST MUMMAH!”
“Well, if that’s the case…” He said, pulling her by her mane to put her closer to pink, who was still looking around for the source of the noise. “You’re going to have to take care of pink now. He can’t see or hear, so you’ll have to help him with everything. Understand? That means eating, drinking, the litter-box… you’ll need to always help pink. Understand?”
“O-otay daddeh… mummah un-dah-stan…”

“Mummah?” The pink fluffy chirped in fear. All previous notions of mama being a threat were gone, as fear filled pink’s mind more and more. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, all he knew was that he was lost in the ‘dark’ and needed something, anything, to give him comfort.
“That’s right, your mother is going to take care of you now.” The abuser said, placing the pink fluffy right next to the green mama.
And then it lost it’s mind.
“NU! NU WAN MEANY SCAWY MUMMAH! HEWP! HEWP!”
Pink got up and launched himself out of his bed, scrambling across the floor, literally running blind… until he ran face-first into a wall, hitting it with a loud ‘SLAM!’
“Eep! Babbeh nu! Huwties!” Mama squeaked, scrambling after her blind pink child.
“Huhu! Pinky facey hab huwties…” Pink mewled. Yellow just sat, watching it all unfold, stunned into inaction. First blue, then pink… would yellow be next?

Pink turned from the wall, blood dripping from his snout, tears in his blind eyes.
“Whewe daddeh? Whewe bwuddah? Pinky scawed!”
“Hewe! Hewe bwuddah!” Yellow shouted, running up and nudging pink gently.
“It’s okay, pink!” The abuser shouted, ensuring pink would hear him. “We’re all right here! You can’t see us, but we’re all right here!”
This seemed to calm down pink a little, and he nervously began trotting back from the wall, gingerly taking each step as he blindly walked into the unknown.

The abuser briefly left and returned with the usual three bowls for the fluffies, all filled with kibble.
“Hey fluffies! Food time!” He called.
“Nummies!” Mama babbled, waddling over to her green bowl.
“C’mon bwuddah! Nummies!” Yellow said, running over to his own yellow bowl.
But pink was left behind, unaware of where either his mother or brother had gone. All he knew was there was food… somewhere.
“Wha? Nummies? Whewe?!” Pink babbled, frantically looking around.
“Go on pink, go and eat! Your nummies are over there!” The abuser said loudly, while pointing nowhere in particular.
“O-otay daddeh… pinky fin’ nummies…” Pink said nervously, waddling in the wrong direction. He eventually made his way to a corner, gently bonked into the walls and turned around, heading off in a different direction. He then found his way to the beds, trudged through them, and determined that was wrong too. Then he waddled his way over to the litter-box, and stepped directly into a pile of shit before determining that it was the wrong direction too.
“Hu-hu-hu… Pink su hungwy… whewe nummies?” He sobbed as he began blindly wandering again.
“Over there, champ! C’mon, you just passed them!”
“Wha?!” Pink squeaked, spinning in place and completely disorienting itself. By now yellow and mama had completely finished, and had only just remembered that pink was incapable of seeing.
“Obah hewe!” Yellow shouted, wanting to help his brother but not enough that he’d actually bother to move. “C’mon bwuddah! Nummies hewe!”
“Wha?! Whewe?! Whewe ‘hewe’?!” Pink squealed, turning in different directions, before picking one at random and running off in it… at which point he tripped over a ball and slammed face first into the ground again.
“Owies…” He mumbled picking himself up. “Hu-hu… wan’ nummies, nu owies…”
“Dis way!” Mama called, waddling over to her blind baby. “Nummies obah hewe, babbeh!”
She prodded pink’s rear to get his attention, at which point he snapped again.
“EEP! MUNSTAH! HEWP DADDEH! HEWP BABBEH!” He squeaked, taking off at a sprint again, before crashing into another wall.
“Nu! Nu munstah!” Mama whimpered, weakly chasing after pink. “Am mummah! Wan hewp babbeh!”
Pink attempted to pick himself up on shaking legs, but collapsed and began crying where he was.
“Hu-hu-hu! Nu faiw! Pink wan seesies again! Wan see nummies! Wan see toysies! Wan see bwuddah!”

“Mama, you’d better help pink get to his food.” The abuser advised, verbally nudging mama into action.
“Uh… otay…” She said quietly, trying to think about what to do. Then she got an idea.
“BABBEH!” She yelled directly at pink’s face.
“Mummah?” Pink replied, having heard her voice at last.
“BABBEH! MUMMAH WIWW HEWP YOO GET NUMMIES! OTAY?!”
“Otay mummah!” Pink replied, shouting back without being able to hear the volume of his own voice.
“YOO GWAB MUMMAH TAIW! MUMMAH PUWW TO NUMMIES!” She said, turning and presenting her rear to her child. Pink craned his head forwards and chomped down on mama’s tail hairs, at which point she began to walk. Pink waddled along behind her, her tail clamped in his mouth, and eventually she led him to the food bowls.
“Otay babbeh!” Mama said. “Nummies hewe!”
“Wha?” Pink asked.
“NUMMIES! HEWE! FOW! BABBEH!” Mama shouted at pink, who finally heard her.
“Nummies?! Fank yoo mummah!” He replied, stepping forwards until he felt his hooves clink against the pink bowl, at which point he buried his face among the kibble.

Yellow, meanwhile, had waddled away to play with a ball, having decided that his pink brother’s plight wasn’t as important as his own need to be amused. The abuser noticed mama beginning to feel the same, as she left pink at the food bowls and waddled away to be by herself, idly poking at some wooden blocks.
Nothing much happened for a while, but the abuser stayed anyway, keeping an eye on the rapidly distancing family. Things were relatively quiet, until…

“Eep! Nee’ make poopies.” Pink muttered to himself. waddling away from the food bowls in a random direction. He wandered across the length of the room, before lightly bonking into a wall. He then turned and wandered away in another random direction, before stopping abruptly.
“Oh… nu can see…” He murmured. The abuser was stunned. The worthless creature had actually forgotten it was blind.
The abuser looked around the room, and saw yellow and mama had already gotten done with the litter-box. It, the beds and the food bowls all formed a rough triangle, being placed as far apart from each other as possible, with the litter-box on the far right of the door, the food bowls on the left, and the bedding directly ahead of it, all close towards their respective walls.
And pink had no idea where the litter-box was anymore.

“Eee! Poopies comin’!” He babbled, waddling around faster as he desperately tried to find the litter-box.
“Mama!” The abuser shouted, snapping the fat green mare to attention. “Pink needs your help! He can’t find the litter-box!”
“Eee! Mummah hewe babbeh!” Mama said brightly… which fell on literally deaf ears, as her tiny voice didn’t carry far enough across the room for pink’s clogged up ears to register.
“EEE! POO-O-O-OPIES!” Pink wailed as he began full on sprinting across the room, running from right to left, at which point he smashed his face into the wall, drawing blood from his snout. He paused momentarily to sob about the ‘owies’, then remembered he was about to shit himself and so got up and sprinted again in the opposite direction, from left to right… and then slammed into the opposite wall.
‘Owies’. Poopies. Sprinting. Slam.

“Obah hewe babbeh! HEWE!” Mama called, but pink was too deaf and too distraught to notice her calls. Instead he just kept frantically sprinting back and forth, his spotless record of never once making bad poopies looming before him as he desperately, desperately tried to find the litter-box.
“POOPIES! POOPIES COMIN’! HEWP! HEWP FWUFFEH! NU WAN MAKE BAD POOPIES!” Pink screamed, tears pouring out of his blind eyes as he ran in another random direction, heading in the exact opposite path from the litter-box.
“DUMMEH BABBEH! HEWE!” Mama shouted, stomping her hooves on the shit-stained carpet (the only memento left of blue), growing angry with her ignorant pink spawn. Why wasn’t he listening?! Was he deaf or something?! …okay fine, so he was deaf, that was no excuse not to listen!

Suddenly, pink halted, his entire body trembling.
“EEEEE! POOPIES!” Pink screamed as his bowels evacuated all over the carpet, his entire meal of kibble and water pouring out of him in a lumpy wet mass of feces.
Blue had subsisted entirely on his mother’s milk, meaning his shit was just liquid. But pink, pink had long lived on solid food, meaning his waste was actual turds. The stress of not being able to find the litter-box had at least liquified some of it, but nowhere near enough, and after maybe 30 seconds of screaming and shitting, pink collapsed in front of a large, steaming heap of turds.

Mama was silent. Yellow looked pissed. Pink was crying his eyes out.
The abuser was not impressed.
“Mama. You know what you have to do, don’t you?” He said. Mama looked at him, confused. “Remember? If any of your babies misbehave, you have to punish them. Just like blue.”
“Buh… buh nu babbeh fauwt…” Mama weakly protested, wincing as the smell of the turd pile reached her from across the room.
“Well if it’s not baby’s fault, then whose is it?” The abuser asked, staring her down. “Yours?”
Mama shivered. No, she was not a bad mama, she knew that to be true even if she knew nothing else. Which only meant…
“Otay…” She whispered. “Mummah punish bad babbeh…”
She waddled across the room, taking a wide circle around the turd pile and eventually reaching pink.
“Babbeh…”
“Snff. Mummah?” Pink asked. “Babbeh sowwy mummah, nu fin’ wittah-bawks…”
“Babbeh… yoo make bad poopies…”
“Hu-hu-hu…”
Mama reeled back and brought her hooves down on pink’s back, stomping down onto him.
“Eep! Owies! Why huw- OWIES!”
“Babbeh make bad poopies… be bad babbeh…” Mama weakly said, as she forced herself to enact violence upon yet another of her beloved foals. Again and again she stomped her plush hooves into pink’s body, as he wailed and sobbed but ultimately late still, receiving his deserved punishment.

While mama was assaulting pink, the abuser turned his eyes across the room and caught sight of yellow, who was slumped on his rear, sitting upright, staring at the ground with a dark look on his face.
“Stupy bwuddah…” He hissed, unaware that anyone else could hear him. “Stupy nu-seesy nu-heawsy dummeh make woomsy aww smewwy an’ bad. Stupy bwuddah nee’ hewp wif ebewyfin…”
He huffed to himself, sulking quietly as pink continued to cry and wail.

The abuser smiled.
Blue’s death hadn’t been such a problem after all.
If anything, it was making things better and better.

(Next)

[Fluffsploder]

@chungusmybungus

after maybe 30 seconds of screaming and shitting

As someone who’s played all of FROMsoft’s games, I can relate

[FlameAres]

And now Yellow needs to be crippled somehow. I’m not sure how, we’ve already seen blindness, deafness, and the inability to walk, maybe muting him? Cut his tongue out and then give them all spaghetti. Maybe castration, just for kicks

[chungusmybungus]

Don’t worry, that’s the route I’m planning on taking this, but I’m not exactly sure what form it’ll take. Just know that Yellow is definitely the next target.

[Freakx022]

I still want these fuckers to realize they killed their innocent sibling in the end