Requested by @theatricks , thank you for your patience!
“Buh… Bawbie su cowd…” You whined, shivering so hard the plastic snow shovel taped to you rattled loudly.
“I don’t fuckin’ care.” You winced at the naughty word, just barely dodging the empty beer can that Big Daddeh threw at you. “I said you were gonna make yourself useful. If you put your filthy fuckin’ paws on this door before that walk is shoveled you’ll be sleeping out here tonight.”
“Buh Big Daddeh-!”
With the hiss of another beer opening, Big Daddeh slammed the door shut.
You sobbed to yourself for a moment, letting your tears run cold paths down your cheek before you clumsily waddle back down the porch steps to the snowy walkway once again.
You are Barbie, a pink unicorn with a sunny yellow mane. You were the very best friend of Little Mummah, a 9 year old girl with the same color mane as you. You were a Christmas gift from Big Daddeh to her and she was so excited to meet you! The two of you squealed with joy as you hugged tightly, she thanked Big Daddeh over and over again.
The two of you did everything together for days and days; putting together colorful puzzles, watching movies, and sleeping curled up together in her warm bed. It was everything you dreamed of.
Your breath formed clouds in front of you as you pushed the shovel into the soft snow. It felt like forever ago that you were warm and loved, sleeping by a roaring fireplace with a belly full of christmas cookies and warm milk. Now your ears and nose burned with cold and you had lost feeling in your hooves. The snow had seemed so beautiful and soft from the window.
Little Mummah took you to visit a friend of hers who had her own fluffy, a green stallion named Pine. When Little Mummah and her friend went outside, you and Pine had special huggies. He told you afterwards that his mummah said that he would get in trouble if he had babies, so you agreed to keep your soon-mummah status a secret. You just knew when everyone saw your beautiful little babies they would understand!
When you and Little Mummah returned, Big Daddeh and Big Mummah were yelling. Little Mummah hurried you up into her room and snuggled you tightly as they fought.
“We just got new carpets!” Big Mummah screeched. “You just want to ruin the house I bought for myself!”
“I don’t give a shit about your fuckin’ carpets! How the fuck am I supposed to know anything about your house, you won’t even tell me the address!” Big Daddeh replied.
“I can’t have you stumbling in drunk again!”
“… Let’s listen to some music.” Little Mummah said, pushing a button on her MP3 player and pulling it under the blankets with you.
“Am Big Mummah an’ Daddeh meanies?” You whispered.
“No, they’re just…” she chewed her lip for a moment. “It’s complicated, Barbie. They just don’t love each other.”
“Do dey wub Wittow Mummah?”
“Yes, they love me lots.” her voice was flat, and she pulled you to her chest tightly. “They just… they just fight sometimes.”
It didn’t make sense to you, if they loved Little Mummah, why were they making her sad? Why couldn’t they love each other? Huggies and love were the easiest, bestest things in the world.
You were even more confused when Little Mummah came in to you, crying as she explained that Big Mummah said you couldn’t go home with her.
“Buh dis am Wittow Mummah’s homesie!”
She shook her head, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “No, I mostly live with Mom, we’re just visiting Dad for christmas.”
“Buh… Big Mummah nu wub Bawbie??” It was impossible to you, someone not loving you. Other than your secret tummeh babies you were a good fluffy! You always used the litter box, said please and thank you, went to bed on time, everything!
“I don’t know, Barbie.” She hugged you tightly for a moment, shoving her teary face into your fluff. “Dad says he’ll take good care of you while I’m gone. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
That was a long time ago.
With a final push you shoved your gathered mass of snow into the yard and started trotting up the cleared path to the front door. You felt your stomach twist uncomfortably, Daddeh had forgotten to feed you again today. He drank lots and lots of the silly water in the cans and took long naps. He didn’t like being woken up, but if you didn’t he wouldn’t bring you nummies at all.
You pulled yourself up the steep steps, struggling not to get the snow shovel caught on the porch. Panting with exertion, you knocked your numb hoof against the wood once again.
There was a long pause before the door opened, the warm air blissfully soothing your frozen nose. “Am dun, pwease wet in…”
“What the fuck is that?” Big Daddeh pointed his half empty can at the squiggly fluffy-wide path in the snow. “That’s barely narrow enough for a bike, you’re not fuckin’ done!”
Your breath caught in your throat, a sob starting to work its way out.
“Pwease… Bawbie su tiwed an’ cowd! Nu feew hoofsies an’ nosie an’ heaw-pwaces huwt! Bawbie nu hab nummies, tummeh babbehs nee’ wawmsies an’-” you cut yourself off with a gasp.
“…What was that, shitrat?” Big Daddeh growled.
“Nuh-nuh-nuffin!” You stammered. “Fwuffy nu say nuffin! Wiww get wid of sno- eep!”
Big Daddeh yanked you into the air by the plastic shovel, the tape ripping your fluff out as he walked down the path you shoveled.
“Pwease nu weab ou’side! Fwuffy sowwy fo’ say dummeh ting, nu wan’ foebah sweepies!!” Your scardie pee colored the snow below you.
“No, my daughter would never talk to me again if something happened to you.”
You sighed with relief, opening your mouth to thank him when his fist slammed into your abdomen. The air was knocked out of you by the blow, stars in your eyes at the sudden pain. Before you could speak he punched you in the belly again, a splatter of feces squirting onto the snow below you.
“Nu!” You managed to croak out. “Ba’ fo’-”
“Yeah, *ba’ fo’ tummeh babbehs!’” he said, glaring at you. “That’s the fuckin’ point.”
You didn’t have time to process that before another blow to your stomach sent stars into your eyes. Another sent you swinging back and forth from the shovel as a strip of tape ripped itself from your fluff. Another impact and your eyes rolled back in your head.
And then you felt it.
A small quiver in your belly, the unformed foals within you wriggling.
“N-nu!” you croaked. “Tuu soon fo’ babbehs!”
Daddeh grimaced, grabbing you around the middle as he ripped the shovel off you. He wrapped his hands around your abdomen and began to squeeze, forcing the breath from your lungs.
Plop!
Your heart cracked at the feeling of a small, soft form falling from your special place.
Plop!
Plop!
Tears streamed down your face as your lips formed words you couldn’t force out. It was too soon! Your babies needed to be safe in your belly, not out in the cold snow! Big Daddeh pressed his thumbs into you painfully, fluids trickling out of you.
Plop!
Plop!
He gave you a small shake.
Plop!
He pressed down on your belly for a moment more before releasing the pressure. “That all of ‘em?”
You gasped air back into your lungs, a small wail escaping you. You felt horribly empty, a void within you that was supposed to contain joy.
Daddeh dropped you into the snow. Lifting your head you saw a pink and brown puddle steaming in the cold air, tiny fleshy blobs mixed among the shit and gore.
“…Babbehs…” you reached a hoof out towards them but Daddeh kicked snow over the mess.
“There, taken care of.” He rubbed his hands through the snow to clean off any fluid splatters. “C’mon, back inside before you freeze.”
“Buh… babbehs…” You weakly got your hooves under you, pawing at the snow that covered your underdeveloped foals. They just needed more time. You could put them back and everything would be fine again.
“Nope.” Big Daddeh grabbed you by the scruff, pulling you away from your chance at motherhood. “Not gonna happen. You can either stay out here with them and freeze or go back inside and see my daughter again.” He lifted you up to glare into your eyes. “Which is it going to be?”
You glanced down at the cooling mess, the snow tinged pink.
“…Wan’ Wittow Mummah.”
“Good answer. That’s why you’re here.” He tucked you under his arm as he trudged back to the house. “Tomorrow we’re going to video call her and you’re not going to say a word about this or I’ll make it so you never see anything again. We clear?”
“…Yus…”
You waved goodby to the little pile of stained snow as you were carried back into the house.