“Mummaaahhhh! Wan mummaaahhh!” This is what Crimson heard all the time. The dark purple & red filly was housed with six other fillies who whined all day, but none of them did so as much as Clover. Clover, butter yellow fur with a lush green tail and mane, was shunned even by the other foals because she didn’t even stop crying after getting huggies.
Was there even a reason to blame her for it? They were in a fluffy breeding facility where they’d gotten miwkies from a rubber teat before being switched over to a rough kibble. This wasn’t a kind or pretty place. The floors were plain cement with a drain in the middle: There were no litterboxes and all of the bodily waste would be sprayed down along with the fluffies. No toys, no hope, no mummahs. None of them knew why they were here and it didn’t matter. It’s not like fluffies could do anything to improve their situation.
Clover’s incessant pleas for her mummah had finally gotten to Crimson. The filly stamped on over to her emotional kennelmate, puffing her tail out a bit.
“Yew am BIGGES’ BABBEH! Shu’up!” Glaring down to Clover, she just shrank down a bit. Already beaten down by the world and clearly unable to take much more.
“Wan mummah. Wan skettis ‘n toysies. Dun…dun wike bad pwace.” Even if she was so young and this had practically been the entirety of her short life, she knew this wasn’t the place a fluffy should be.
Crimson was about to tell her to shut up again before one of the humans who ran this place appeared at the wire door that kept that fenced in. A fat, bearded middle-aged man in a stained jumpsuit. A hose was in his hand which immediately brought screeches from the foals inside the kennel. Cleaning day. He whistled cheerfully as he swung the door open and blasted the entire area with a high pressure blast of ice cold water. It hit fluffies, poopie piles, and urine puddles with an uncompromising force. All of the fluffies were driven against the cinderblock wall as their waste went down the drain, eyes closed and ducking down until finally the spray stopped hitting them. The human never gave them a second thought, turning to go to other kennels.
“Fwuff piwe, nee’ wawmsies fwends.” A blue and yellow filly announced, five fluffies converging to form a pile. Well, four. The fifth one was unceremoniously kicked out and insulted.
“Gu way, dummeh babbeh! Nu fwuff piwe ‘fo BABBEH!” The leader of the fluffpile said while sticking her tongue out. Clover drooped her ears down and wandered away from the pile, stuffing herself against a corner of the kennel and dipping her head down to do what she usually did: Cry.
Crimson looked between the fluffpile and Clover. One offered comfort and warmth. The other was…well, a fluffy that was annoying to be around. Yet she was cold. Alone. Curled up on the still draining floor while suckling her hoof to emphasize just how vulnerable she was. Walking up to Clover, she plopped down beside the filly and dragged her near.
“Cwimson?” It was just enough to get her to stop suckling her hoof for a moment.
“Shu’up, dummeh.” Crimson said gruffly, tucking up against Clover so they could both share body heat and have the next best thing to a fluffpile. There was another benefit to such close contact too: No more crying. Even though her tiny body was set through with trembling shivers, her eyes drooped closed and she settled in a restful sleep.
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Ever since that day Clover decided to just follow Crimson wherever she went and babbled non-stop. Skettis, toysies, a new house, a mummah or daddeh.
“Cwoveh ‘n Cwimson num aw da nummies, hab bigges’ housie, bestest fun pway!” Oh yeah, and she’d started including Crimson into her fantasies. Though the foal knew better even so young. Her own mummah had told her all about it before they’d been separated.
“Cwoveh, dewe nu am funsies ‘fo fwuffies! Fwuffies jus’ twash.” That’s what her mummah had always said. That fluffies were just trash and that they would take her babbehs away again. There were no fun things or a nice life. Mummah had been right and there was no point in even wishing for something better.
Clover shook her head fiercely! “Nu! Cwimson nu am twashies! Yew am bestest stwongest fwuffy ebah!”
Giving an annoyed ruffle of her tail, Crimson shoved her face down to gobble up some of the kibble which had been scattered out on the floor. You had to be quick about it or there was a fair chance you’d be eating some that’d been resting in poopies or pee. It was pointless to try and explain to her why she was wrong.
All day every day Crimson was subjected to whatever games Clover would think of. Simple things that greatly annoyed her friend.
“Wook, wook Cwimson! Am danceh! Teehee!” Clover loved to get up on her back legs and bop her front ones around in a festive little jig.
“Hewp Cwoveh! Am twapped!” The filly had put a front hoof through the wire-fencing that kept the front gate of their kennel secure. For the sixth time that day. Trotting up with a sour expression, Crimson tugged her out of it. Giving a giddy giggle, she’d put it right back in again once her friend had gone back to sit on the concrete. “Heeewwwppp!”
“Neba am get Cwovew! Tu fasty ‘fo Cwimson! Teehee! Neba eba get!” Clover was running in loops around her friend who hadn’t even bothered standing up. It was a game of chase where one of the participants wasn’t even playing. Though it took awhile, Clover’s energy finally starting flagging and going around in loops had made her quite dizzy. Hooves clicking on the cement, she wobbled on the cement then fell over on her side. Crimson finally moved, going to lay over top of her. Clover squealed with excitement having finally been caught.
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They were growing together quickly, bodies filling out at the rapid pace that fluffies were known for. Though they were maturing it wasn’t like Clover ever stopped with her games. While the other mares were talking about being mummahs one day, all she wanted to do was get into silly escapades with her companion. One day though the issue would bring itself to bear.
“Alright, which one of you is going to be the lucky lady of the day?” The guy who usually washed out their pen had wheeled up to the kennel with a big cart today. Just seeing him was enough to cause the fluffies to wince away and shy off to the corner, but he’d snap his fingers.
“You.” He’d say, moving past the wire-fence gate and stepping around the piles of poopies to select a mare. The blue & yellow one who had formed the fluffpile which Clover hadn’t been allowed in, her name was Dazzle.
“Bad uppsies!” She whimpered and cried as she was brought out from the kennel and slapped down onto the cart which the kennel worker wheeled around. Just like that he was out of there, the mare on the cart crying at the alien experience and not knowing what was to happen.
“Weaw Dazzew go?” Clover asked with confusion. This had never ever happened before. It’s not like Crimson knew or particularly cared. Dazzle was a big dummeh who always tried to act like she was the boss of everyone.
It would take perhaps an hour to have the question answered though. Dazzle was brought back on the cart but this time she was crying hysterically and had booboo wawa on her. Patches of fur missing, too. The kennel door was flung open, mare being lifted from the cart and slid down the concrete as if it were a game of shuffleboard. Spinning on the smooth surface, the fluffy finally went to plop right into some poopies. Once the kennel door was closed, all of them gathered around to see what was wrong.
“Wowstest huwties! Hab speciaw pwace huwties! Meanie stawwion! Dun wike speciaw huggies!” Sniffling and boohooing, she didn’t even have the strength to stand up from the poopies she’d been slid into. Clover could see booboo wawa coming from her special place and…something else too. Eyes growing wide, seeing all the pain Dazzle was in, she ran back over to Crimson.
“Dazzew hab wowstest owwies! Cwovew nu wan owwies! Scawdies! Hab scawdies, Cwimson!” Pushing up against her friend, Clover started crying against her. She’d stopped being such a babbeh ever since they’d become friends but it was clear she was very scared Crimson just puffed out her cheeks.
“Wan pway, Cwovew.” Was all she said before tapping Clover with a hoof to designate that she was ‘it’. Blinking away tears, she watched as Crimson began to run rapidly around the room. Usually she didn’t move very much at all, being much more content to just sit there as if waiting for something.
“Teehee! Am catch Cwimson!” Clover took off after her and the two would dart across the room together as Dazzle kept weeping on the floor. They would continue playing together until finally the two of them were too worn out to do much else. Wandering away to a mostly clean corner, Clover plopped down on the floor. Crimson joined her, nudging herself on top of the mare like a warm blanket.
“Wub yew, Cwimson.” She said sleepily, eyelids growing heavy.
“….” Crimson gave an annoyed flick of her ear.
“Wub Cwovew tu?” She asked, making Crimson give a sigh.
“Yis. Hab sweepies, dummeh.”
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The next day they’d almost forgotten about what had happened to Dazzle. Clover was back to playing, stuffing her face with kibble, and blabbing at her friend. Until the munstah man with the cart showed up she was having a perfectly good day.
“Alright. Which one of you today…” His index finger leveled at the air, went about. After what happened with Dazzle none of them particularly wanted to be in on what was going on and had shrunk back against the cinderblock walls as if to avoid being chosen. Finally after a moment of deliberation, his finger was pointed directly in Clover’s direction.
“N-Nu…scawdies…nu wan huwty huggies…” Pushing back against the wall as the human entered the kennel, she was so scared that urine trickled down her leg. Too scared to even cry. Crimson watched as the man approached the stupid dummeh babbeh. Ears flicked a bit. With a running gallop she skidded across the concrete floor and stood directly in front of Clover.
“Nu! Cwimson wan speciaw huggies! Gib Cwimson babbehs NAOW!” She said loudly, clapping a hoof on the concrete to really punctuate her point. The munstah man stopped, grinned a bit.
“Yeah? Well you’re all going to be getting ‘em. Nice to see a bitch that’s at least cooperative.” Bending down to pick Crimson up, the mare was tossed onto his cart. Clover looked on from inside the kennel. She didn’t look happy or sad. It was a confusing thing that Crimson didn’t really know. Guilt.
“Alright, lets get you off to the breeding room.” Whistling cheerfully to himself, he’d push the cart through a set of easy-open doors that swung open with the gentlest of nudges. This was the first time she could remember being out of the kennel except for when she was with her own mummah. It scared her even though she didn’t want to show it. She had to be a strong fluffy.
“Here we are.” Crimson found herself wheeled into another concrete kennel except this one was smaller and had no occupants. A short tether was tied to the wall on a clamp, the mare being lifted up and clipped onto the leash. It had only enough leeway so that she wouldn’t strangle herself out if she stayed perfectly still.
The munstah man left the room for a few moments and came back with the sound of hooves at his side.
“Go ahead and have your fun, Dozer. Be back in a bit.” Announced the breeding facility worker, closing the gate behind him and leaving the two fluffies alone. Crimson heard the hooves click against the concrete as the stallion moved in behind her.
“Hewwo dummeh mawe. Dozeh am gib bestest speciaw huggies.” She heard before a weight descended on her back. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, the mare giving a pained squeal of surprise as something was forced into her special place. It was the worst pain she ever felt. A great stabbing pressure.
“Enf…enf! Dozeh gib…wots ob babbehs!” She had to listen to him say these things and the pain never got any better. In fact it felt even worse eventually because she refused to really give him any response. Growing bored with how she was acting, Dozer began biting her all over.
“O-Owwies!” Crimson was strong but still a living thing. Only a fluffy too. For the first time in as long as she could remember, tears were making tracks down her cheeks. Eventually it would stop, but the stallion was still in there with her. With nowhere to go all she could do was stand there as he stuck her with hooves.
“Stoopi dummeh! Dozeh gib BESTEST BIGGEST NU-NU STICK!” Huffing and puffing, it was clear he wanted a different reaction from her. Crimson was saved from further stompies by the appearance of the munstah man who flung open the kennel door and gave him a good kick to the ass.
“Easy with the equipment, retard!” The stallion yelped and ran out of the kennel but had been handled far easier than Crimson had been. Unclipping her from the leash, the guy threw her down on the cart as if she were nothing more than a sack of kibble. Sniffling, she did her best to make sure no more tears were coming. She didn’t want to Clover to see.
Crimson was tossed down into the kennel just as Dazzle had been though unlike her, she wasn’t boohooing about it. In fact she stood up immediately though her back-half hurt immensely. Clover rushed over to her, began giving her lots of huggies.
“Cwimson hab…hab booboos.” The dummeh was crying. Always crying. Perking her head up, Crimson gave a ruffle of her bloodied tail.
“Cwimson nu am cawe. Huwties feew gud ‘fo Cwimson!” They didn’t obviously but she didn’t want her stupid friend to worry. Clover gave her a wide-eyed look as if she might not believe her for a moment, and Crimson forced a big smile. Any doubt she might have had was erased with it. Taking a mouthful of Clover’s mane, she dragged her over to the corner they shared together.
“Cwimson hab sweepies.” Was all she said, Clover nodding a bit and dropping so the mare could drape herself over her protectively.
“…Stiww wub Cwovew?” She asked innocently.
“Yis.” Was all Crimson said. She wasn’t very sleepy at all. More than anything she wanted to use her think-place and didn’t need to have Clover jumping around annoying her. There was no way that she would let her have bad speciaw huggies. A dummeh babbeh like her would be really hurt by it. How though? She was just a fluffy. Crimson’s mummah had told her that all fluffies were trashies and there was no point in trying.
She had to try though right? For Clover.
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The next day Crimson was super ready for the munstah man with the cart. Also, she was doing her best to keep Clover as calm as possible. If she was all tired out this couldn’t work. It was the only thing her think-place could come up with.
“Wan pway. Cwimson…” The mare pouted on the floor after she’d been pushed and forced to sit down for like the hundredth time that time. It was almost time. She could feel it! Squeaking, that meant the cart was coming soon.
Watching the double-doors get pushed up with a nudge and the munstah man walk into the corridor they were housed in, Crimson felt her muscles tense up. This had to work. It had to! There was nothing else she could do. Pushing up to the kennel, the worker flung the wire gate open and immediately had eyes for Clover.
“Alright, come on. No fussing.” He said as he stepped in to take ahold of her. Before Clover could come down with too many scawdies, Crimson turned to her and bopped her with a woof.
“Yew am it! NEBA GET CWIMSON!” Clover’s eyes grew wide with surprise and joy. Even the guy in front of her wasn’t even important.
“Am catch Cwimson! Teehee! YAAAYYYY!” Shooting past the man’s legs and skittering out from the kennel, Crimson waited until Clover was out too before beginning to run as fast as she could. To the big double-doors which burst open as she ran into it as fast as she could.
“GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKIN’ CUNTS!” The munstah man shouted as he tripped into his cart in the haste to grab the two up. Out into the area Crimson had been brought to yesterday, she looked around wildly for a new door. There was one! It was glass so sunlight peeked through it. Sunshine. It was so pretty to Crimson. Stepping up to the door, her hooves scrabbled against it and she pushed as hard as she could. Unlike the doors they’d went through already though it was too much for her to do. That was until Clover sidled up next to her and began pushing too. It creaked open and something hit the two. Fresh air. No poopies, no peepees, nothing horribly rotten or foul. It was something as simple as fresh air but it was one of the prettiest things both had ever experienced.
“I’m gonna cut your legs off!” The munstah man had burst out of the double-doors.
There! It popped open. The door swung open for the briefest of moments after all the pushing and both rammed their way outside onto a sidewalk. There was no time to think about where to go or experience new things though because it was time to run.
“Gu, Cwovew! Wun fastest!” Crimson took off while looking behind to see if Clover was keeping track. She wasn’t behind her though. Her friend was right by her side, taking pace and with an astounding look that Crimson had never seen before. They ran and ran until they couldn’t anymore. Far out of sight of that bad place, away from the bad man.
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Where they eventually settled was an empty lot which had become overgrown with weeds. It was full of junk which they could hide in or play on, and they found a milk crate with which to make a housie out of. The two spent all day plucking up grass with their mouths, selecting soft twigs, and placing flowers inside of it until it was pretty.
“Hewe am nummies.” Crimson had gone off without her friend to gather what she could. It’s not like she was born out here but it was the best she could do. A few flowers that weren’t so bad tasting, berries that didn’t hurt your mouth to chew on, half a stale hamburger bun.
“Cwimson hab nummies tu?” Clover asked before eating anything. Giving a smile and a nod, Crimson hadn’t but that didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that her friend got to feel good.
So that’s the arrangement they had for awhile. Going out to explore and find nummies for Crimson, playing around and making things pretty for Clover. Eating only what she had to in order to keep at it, Crimson could feel herself growing weaker each and every day. Clover had never even expected anything because of the way the other mare’s tummy had bloated. To her, it looked like she was getting plenty to eat.
One day Crimson couldn’t get up. Having tried and toppled back down into their little nest, the mare gave a miserable whimper.
“Cwimson…wat am wong?” Clover asked with a befuddled expression.
“Am soon mummah. Babbehs soon.” Very soon. She’d never experienced it before but it was something in her think-place that said so. Giving a goofy smile, Clover nodded.
“Yaaayyyy! Wub babbehs! Cwimson babbehs YAY!” Well, at least one of them were excited about it. Crimson was too weak to argue. All she could do was sit there on the plush grass of their nest as Clover babbled on about all the fun things they’d do with the babbehs and how pretty they’d be.
There was no ‘biggest poopies’ nonsense. No indication that she was even really giving birth. Crimson felt the pain of it but it felt distant and unimportant. The pain passed quickly and she felt a rush of warmth against the back of her legs. Clover gasped.
“BABBEHS TIME!” Giggling and going to give the foals wicky-cweanies, it was soon clear to the mare that something was wrong. After Clover had dutifully licked all of them off she realized that they weren’t peeping. Chirping. Nothing. No movement.
“H-Huggies?” Clover asked as she gingerly held one of the frail, undersized foals against her arms. Crimson already knew that they were fowebbah sweepies. They had to be if they weren’t making noise.
“…Num da babbehs.” She said this gruffly, shifting against the grass under her. Whimpering and giving a shake of her head, Clover was crying.
“Nu! Neba num Cwimson babbehs! Yew am bestest fwend!” Protesting it but didn’t she know? Couldn’t she stop being a dummeh for once?
“Cwimson am be fowebbah sweepies tu! Nu mowe nummies fo Cwovew!” She knew she had to be dying. Weggies that didn’t want to move, a stomach that was so empty the pain of hunger itself had somehow faded away, fur that was growing patchy. It was hard to even keep her eyes open anymore. It had to be soon. Just like her babbehs.
Sniffling, Clover shook her head. “Nu! Cwovew am SABE Cwimson! Sabe Cwimson wite naow!” Gently putting the chirpy down, she went to exit the milk crate. Crimson already knew what she may be thinking.
“Nu! Cwovew stay! Nu!” Not around the humans. No! Fluffies were just trash to them. She…she was going to get hurt! This would all amount to nothing. Didn’t she care? Wasn’t she scared?
Her friend was already gone though.
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Clover rushed out onto the sidewalk and began pestering anyone and everyone who passed by. Was she scared like Crimson thought? Of course she was.
“Hewp! Speciaw bestest fwend am huwties!” She tried to gently hold onto someone’s trousers with her teeth so she couldn’t walk away and all this earned her was a kick. Wincing with pain but standing back up, she went to pester some blonde woman trying to get a few shopping backs into her car.
“Hewp! Nice pwetty wady! Fwend am bigges’ huwties! Nee’ hewp! Pwease? PWEASE!” The woman didn’t so much as pay her a bit of mind as she shoved stuff into the back of her car and got into the driver’s seat.
This happened for hours. Clover was tossed, kicked, spat at, had objects thrown at her, was called every bad word you could think of. She couldn’t stop though because Crimson might be fowebbah sweepies!
Eventually though there was someone coming down the sidewalk with a fluffy. A fluffy just like her! He had to like them, right? He was an older man with a big grey mustache and was wearing funny looking clothing. Clover had not seen anyone like him since she’d been out here. Taking a deep breath, the yellow mare ran out toward them.
“Pwease! Nee’ hewp fwend! Cwimson am bestest fwend ebah! Cwovew wub Cwimson! Pweeeeaaassseeee!”
Stopping in his tracks, the man looked down to Clover. His expression was not something she’d ever seen from humans before. It was one of warmth and concern. A smile further creased his slightly wrinkly face, made his eyes seem even kinder.
“Sakes alive, li’l lady! Show me off to your friend! C’mon, lets go!” Feeling as if all the weight of the world had been taken off of her and hooves seeming light as clouds, Clover went to lead him to the abandoned lot Crimson was still in.
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When Crimson woke up all she could feel was a great weight on top of her and a burning feeling in one of her weggies. Eyes flickering open, she examined the room set out in front of her. Mirrors on the ceiling, a plate of half-eaten skettis on the floor, she was situated on a comfortable bed. The mystery of why so much weight was on her was solved immediately: “Cwovew, mobe!”
Clover gasped. Crimson was awake! She WAS AWAKE! It had been several days since they’d both been brought here. The nice man gave Crimson meddysins and hooked her up to a bag which he said would feed her. Snapping up from her friend, she gave her the BIGGEST HUGGIES ever. Rushing out of the room, Clover’s hooves tip-tapped down the hall as she proudly announced the news.
“Cwimson am wakies! CWIMSON AM WAKIES!” The news got the entire building absolutely churning with excitement. Crimson watched with great awe and a healthy amount of distrust as both fluffies and a few humans filled themselves into the room she was being kept in. One in particular, an older man with a mustache and a hat, pushed himself to the front.
“Sorry for all the excitement, kiddo. I’m Porno Bob, this is the Butt Hut.” Crimson narrowed her eyes a bit. The other human man in here was crying, wiping his leaking eyes with a handkerchief.
“That’s Sergei. Don’t mind him a whit. He’s a sucker for a happy ending.” Bob gave a smile that went ear to ear.
“You’re welcome here long as you like, Crimson. Once you’re all better you’re free to leave as you feel.”
Crimson didn’t have a response to that. Watching Clover happily trot up the stairs that led up to the mattress she was plopped down on, the mare poked a teddy bear stuffy-friend up against her grumpy companion.
Skettis. Toysies. Love. It was all that her mummah had told her that fluffies would never get. That Crimson herself had told Clover they’d never receive.
“Fwuffies nu am twashies?” She asked in a meek voice. Bob looked absolutely horrified at the thought.
“TRASH? What’in the…no, li’l lady, no.” Porno Bob demonstrated this by flinging open his workshirt with a spray of buttons! Tattooed on his chest were two fluffies hugging a heart. ‘Wub’ was at the top and ‘Fluffies’ was at the bottom. “I LOVE FLUFFIES!” He hollered at the top of his lungs which made even the usually bored Crimson jump a bit.
“…Otay.” The mare mumbled a bit as Clover shoved in on the bed next to her.
Bob began shooing everyone (and every fluffy but the two) out of the room. “Get on, get outta here! She needs her rest still! I need a new shirt, sakes alive!”
Crimson gave Clover a look with a tired expression. “Stiww wub Cwimson?”
The yellow mare hugged up against her with so much force that Crimson gave a tiny ‘ack!’. “WUB YEW SU MUCHSIES!”
