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‘Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, babbeh dwink miwkies make mummah happies.’
suckle suckle burp ‘Chirp chirp.’
‘Mummah am su pwoud of yu babbeh, babbeh am gud babbeh fow dwinkin aww mummah’s miwkies!’
‘Cheep cheep!’ You get a warm fuzzy feeling all over; it makes you so happy when you make mummah happy. You love being a good baby for her! It makes you want to drink more of mummah’s milkies, and eat more of her sketties to make her even happier! But you’ve been doing that all bright time, and now you’re sleepy.
‘Yawn Chirp chirp.’
Dawe dawe babbeh, yu gu sweepies nao. Mummah be hewe when yu wakies gain. Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, babbeh gu sweepies wake up happies.’
You close your see places and drift asleep, tummy full of mummah’s milkies and sketties, and her song in your hear places. In your sleepie pictures mummah hugs you close, and you feel the warmth of her body and heartbeat all around you. You feel safe, warm, and loved. Mummah loves you more than anything in the world, and you love her more than anything in the world. That’s how it’s been ever since you were a little chirpy baby. You’re a big chirpy baby now, but mummah still loves you.
Yawn ‘Cheep cheep cheep!’
‘Hewwo babbeh, mummah su happies yu wakies gain!’
‘Cheep cheep! Chirp chirp chirp!’
‘Cum dwink miwkies babbeh, mummah hav wots of miwkies fow yu!’
You shuffle forward and wrap your nummie place around mummah’s milkie place.
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The first taste of her milkies makes you feel warm and happy and tingly all over; it makes you want to drink even more!
‘Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, babbeh dwink miwkies make mummah happies.’
‘Suckle suckle burp! Chirp. Chirp.’
‘Mummah am su pwoud of yu babbeh, babbeh am gud babbeh fow dwinkin aww mummah’s miwkies!’
‘Cheep cheep.’ More warm tingly feels go all over you.
‘Mummah wub yu su much babbeh, babbeh am bestest ting mummah hav.’
‘Cheep cheep cheep!’
‘Mummah du songies fow hew gud babbeh; Mummah wub babbeh, babbeh wub mummah. Babbeh make mummah happies, mummah su pwoud!’
‘Cheep cheep cheep cheep, peep peep!’ You do your best to sing along with mummah, even though you don’t have a pretty voice like she does. It’s so much fun, and mummah never says anything mean or- ‘SPEEEE! PEEP PEEP PEEP PEEP!!’ Pain shoots through your body! It feels like something was pulled out of you!! ‘PEEP PEEP! PEEEP!’ You try to get away from the hurties monster, but you’re a baby; you can’t move on your own!’
‘Dawe dawe babbeh, huwties nu be hewe wong time. Huwties gu way soon.
‘PEEP PEEP HUUHUHU SPEEP!’
‘Cum dwink mowe miwkies babbeh, day make ewyting bettah.’
You latch on to mummah’s milkie place and drink as hard and fast as you can; it helps the owwies, but they’re still so bad! Sad water pours from your see places and rolls down your face.
‘Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, babbeh dwink miwkies, make mummah happies’
Mummah’s song helps a little, but it’s not enough. Over the singing and your hurties you hear something else, something different.
‘…be a sign of infection?’
‘No, that’s normal. Make sure you lubricate the new tubes.’
The hurties don’t go away; now it’s like something’s getting pushed inside you!!
‘.…babbeh dwink miwkies make mummah happies’
The hurties stop at last, and not a moment too soon; you’re so full of milkies you’ve got a different kind of hurties in your tummy.
‘Peep peep huuhuhuu peep peep peep!’
‘Dawe dawe babbeh, nu cwy. Mummah hewe nao. Nu hav saddies nu mowe. Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, saddies gu way nao make babbeh happies. Her voice helps make your hurties go better. It takes a while, but your hurties and saddies go away; you’re happy about that, but it makes you sleepy.
‘Peep. Yawn chirp.’
‘Dawe dawe babbeh, yu gu sweepies nao. Mummah be hewe when yu wakies gain. Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, babbeh gu sweepies wake up happies.’
You close your see places and slip back into your sleepy pictures, with mummah’s warmth and her heartbeat.
‘Chirp chirp chirp!’
‘Cum eat sketties babbeh, mummah hav wots of sketties fow yu!’
‘Cheep cheep cheep!!’
Mummah puts a bunch of her sketties in the bowl under her milkie place. The smell fills your smelly place and gives you big happies and tingly feels, and you make lots of nummie waters! You shuffle forward and bury your face in the sketties and num them as fast as you can! The warm tingly feel get warmer and tinglier the more you eat. You love mummah’s special sketties so much! You love them more than her milkies, and her milkies are the best thing ever!!
After you’ve finished all the sketties you give the bowl lickie cleanies until all the yummy skettie milk is gone; by the time you’re done your tummy is so full it’s nearly enough to give you other tummy hurties.
‘Mummah am su pwoud of yu babbeh, babbeh am gud babbeh fow nummin aww mummah’s sketties!’
‘Cheep cheep!’ You get the biggest heart happies and warmies; you love to make mummah happy, it’s the least you can do for all the love and warm feels and milkies and sketties. You want to do more to make mummah happy, but you have to go sleepies.
‘Yawn chirp.’
‘Dawe dawe babbeh, yu gu sweepies nao. Mummah be hewe when yu wakies gain. Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, babbeh gu sweepies wake up happies.’
You close your see places, but before you go to your sleepie pictures you hear the strange things from outside.
‘Is it decommission time for this group yet?’
‘Looks like it. T-14’s output is still good, but the rest are below red-line. No point in making an exception for one good milker; mark it for the morning shift.’
‘Got it boss.’
Those funny sounds are so silly; you never know what they’re talking about, or even what they are. They’ve been a part of your little word all your life. But they’ve never worried you, nothing ever worries you! Mummah’s always been here for you, and she’ll be here forever.
‘Yawn’
You wake up from your sleepy pictures; they were fun, but now you’re ready for more milkies and sketties and mummah songs.
‘Cheep cheep cheep! Chirp?’
Huh? Mummah should be talking to you by now; she always talks to you when you wake up. This, this has never happened before. But, maybe she’s tired and hasn’t woken up. Yes that’s it! You shuffle forward and put your nummie place on her milkie place. She’ll wake up once you’re drinking her milkies, she won’t mind.
suckle suc- ‘Chirp? Cheep cheep!’
Why won’t mummah give you any milkies? Doesn’t she know you’re awake? She has to know by now!
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What?!
SUCKLE SUCKLE SUCKLE SUCKLE
You kneed mummah’s milkie place as hard as you can, so hard you’re sure you’ll give her hurties. But it doesn’t work, mummah won’t give you any milkies!!!
‘Peep peep peep peep peep!’
Why!? Why won’t mummah give you milkies?! Doesn’t she love you? You love her more than anything!!!
‘Looks like someone’s awake.’
‘Hurry up and get her out before she wakes up the others.’
‘SPEEEEE!’
The horrible something got pulled out of you hurties!! ‘PEEP PEEP PEEP PEEP PEEP!’ Why won’t mummah help you?! You can see her right in front of you but she just sits there!! What did you do? Why doesn’t she love you anymore?!?
‘Right, get her out.’
The pretty sky that’s always been over you goes away; you look up and-
‘SCREEEE!’
‘Come on fat-ass.’
The monster reaches down, grabs you by the neck and pulls you up into a new and scary world. All around you see many many boxies in circles will all sorts of strange not sketties coming out of them.
‘In you get.’
‘EEEEEE’ The monster drops you into a strange scary box with hard walls. ‘Speeeep Eeeeee!’ You land on your back and can’t get up or roll over! All you can do is wave your leggies around!
‘Peep peep peep peep peep peep peep!’
Mummah!!! Where is she?! Why won’t she save you?! You want to feel safe and warm again! You want her milkies and sketties and songs!
‘Next.’
‘SCREEEE!’ Something slides down the side of the mean box the monster put you in; it lands on it’s front a little bit away from you. ‘PEEP PEEP PEEP HUUUHUHUHU PEEP PEEP PEEP!’ What’s happening? Is, is that another baby? How?! You’re the only baby in the world! Where did this baby-
‘SQUEEE!’
Another baby!?!
‘EEEE!’
‘SPEEEP!’
More and more and more babies get dropped into the scary place and you get more and more scared! What are the monsters doing? ‘PEEP PEEP HUHUHU PEEP!’ One of the baby’s shuffles over and tries to give you huggies. You hug her back as hard as you can, but it doesn’t help your scardies at all!
‘Alright ladies, time for retirement.’
The monster moves the strange scary place for a such a long time; you and the other babies cry and hug each other, and make lots and lots of not smell pretty stuff. That makes the monster mad!
‘Fat-ass freaks! As if fluffies weren’t creepy enough.’
The scary place stops, and one by one the monster lifts the babies out until it gets to you; ‘PEEEP PEEEEP! EEEEE!’
‘Come, up you get.’ The monster drops you in another scary place with the other babies; you’re all crying and making scardie peeps. A few give each other huggies but you look for a way out, a way back to mummah! There! The walls are low; you can get over them! With all your strength you crawl to the wall and try to climb over it. Just a little more, just a little-
‘Eeeee!’
You slipped! You try again, but you slip back again!! You can’t get out, not on your own!
‘Peep peep peep peep!’ Where is she?! ‘Peep peep peep! M-muu-mummah!!!’
‘Aww, baby’s first words.’
‘Mummah! Mummah!! Huhuhu Muumaah!’ You call for her over and over! She has to hear you, she has to!!! No-one else can save you from this place! ‘MUMMAH!’
‘Peep peep peep! Mu-mummah! Sabe babbeh!!’
‘Scawies! Scawies! Peeeep!!’
The other babies call for their mummahs, but they don’t come either!
‘Alright, I’ll try and make this quick.’
‘SQUEEEE!’
The baby’s screams fill your hear places, even over the rest of the crying in the scary place. ‘Huhuhu mummah! Sabe babbeh! Mummah!!!’ You keep trying to climb over the wall; you have to get away from this place and whatever the monsters are planning to-
‘SPEEEE! MUMMAH!’
Another baby gets taken, then a few moments later-
‘SCREEE!’ The monster grabs you by the neck and carries you to a new scary place; he drops you in and ‘Squeee! Nuuuu!’ Cold stuff sprays all over you! It’s horrible, one of worst things you’ve ever felt! What is this stuff?! ‘Nuuhuhuhu Peep peep peep!’
‘Don’t start crying yet honey.’
‘SCREEEEEE!’ It’s the horrible hurties again!! But this time it fills you with the horrible cold feel! ‘MUMMAH!’
Spshhh
‘And round two.’
‘SPEEEEEEEEE!’ The horrible hurties and cold feel happens again, but when it’s over the monster pulls you out of the horrible place and dumps you back in the other babies. You crawl over to one of them and hug her as hard as you can; both of you are cold and scared. You lie there crying and hugging each other, hoping this bad sleepie picture will finally be over- ‘SCREEE! NU! NUUHUHU!’ The monster picks you up again and sets you down someplace close to where you wh-
‘SCREEEEEEE!!! SQUEEEEEE! EEEEE!’
Leggies!!! A monster is numming them!!! ‘SCREEEE! REEEEEE!’ You fly into the air and the nummie hurties in your leggies get even worse! ‘MUUUMAAHHHH! MUUMMAHH! SQUEEEEEEE!’
Why?! Why is this happening?! Why won’t mummah save you?! What did you do!? Why doesn’t she love you anymore!!?!
‘MUUMMAH HUHUHU WAI NU SABE BABBEH HUHU!’
‘SPEEEEP MUMMAH! MUMMAH!’
Next to you one of the other baby’s gets the same leggie huwties and bad uppsies; she thrashes and waves her leggies around!
‘HUGGIES! HUUGIEEES!’ On the other side you feel a baby batting at you, try to get a good grip. ‘BABBEH NEE HUGGIES!!! OWWIES! OWWWIEEES!’
More and more babies get the bad upsies; now you’re all in the same bad upsies place. You turn to the baby and reach out with your leggies, but you can’t get to her!
‘HUUGGIES!!’
A bit closer, a bit closer! You’re scared and have the worst owwies, but you have to give her huggies!
Shick shick pofsssssss
You don’t take any notice of the new sound; after all that’s happened to you and the other poor babies how could you? You’re all lost, scared, have the worst hurties and your mummahs don’t love you anymore!! How could it get any-
sssssFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
‘SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!’
PAIN!!!
‘REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!’
Pain like you’ve never felt!! Like nothing you could have imagined in your worstest bad sleepie pictures!!!
‘SCREEEEEEEEEE!’
‘SQUEEEEEE! SQUEEEEEEEEEE!’
‘NUUUU! NU WAN! MUMMAH! SABE BABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!’
Screams of pain and terror all around you! For a moment your see places are filled with a bright hot flash, then go blurry and dumb!!
‘SCREEEEEE! SCREEEEEEE!!’
You don’t notice when the hurtie monster goes away. You don’t notice the screams of the babies all around you. The only thing you feel are hurties. They’re everywhere; from your thinkie place to your leggies, there’s nothing that doesn’t hurt!! You’re nothing but hurties and owwies!! You can’t take it anymore!!! You want this to stop!! You want, you want-
‘WAAAAAN DIEEEE! WAN DIE WAN DIE WAN DIE WAN DIE WAN DIE!’
The only thing you notice when you move again are the hurties it makes!!
‘WAN DIE WAN DIE WAN DIE!’
You come to rest, vaguely aware you’re on your tummy again.
WAN DIE WAN DIE WA-
Shunk
For a tiny while, it feels like you’re falling and rolling, but without the rest of you. There’s not enough time to figure out what’s happening though. Long before you stop all-consuming darkness takes over. There’s nothing; no hurties and no scardies, but no mummah, miwkies or sketties either.
Only the void.
Scott Lifted the ex-milker’s burned headless body off the guillotine bench and dumped it into the mincer’s hopper. He grabbed another of the screaming, burned, morbidly obese mares off the burn rack and positioned it under the blade.
‘WAN DIE WA-’
Shunk
The head came off, and arterial blood splattered the work area and Scott’s apron. The headless body, still dripping blood, joined the first in the hopper. A few months ago, Scott’s job was easier; wash, burn, mince. But after some retards at a fluffy mill in Baltimore managed to contaminate their stock with some fucked up fluffy disease, Scott had to remove the heads before mincing.
It didn’t bother him though. If anything an extra minute or two on each milker processed was good news; Scott was paid by the hour after all. It was good money too, as there were few people who could be in the same room while he worked, let alone do his job. To work a grindhouse you had to be fucked up, and Scott was nothing if not that; seeing your step sister hack your mother to death with a machete, then growing up a ward of the state will do that.
Once the last ex-milker was beheaded and the body dumped in the hopper, Scott closed the safety grate and hit the power switch. The wine of electric motors and gnash of metal teeth mixed with the soft wet sound of bodies getting crushed and minced. By the next day, they’d be part of the spaghetti the other milkers chowed down on, blissfully ignorant that’s what they’d be turned into when their milk yields dropped below red-line.
While the grinder did its job, Scott pressured washed his work area, then sprayed it down with disinfectant that even after all this time stung his nose. Job done, Scott changed out of his bloodstained gear and left the milk factory. He had enough time before his next batch to grab a burger.
‘Chirp chirp chirp!’
‘Don’t worry Timmy, mummah’s going to feed you in just a bit.’
Mary checked the temperature of the formula bottle; the guide on rearing foals said it had to be about body temperature before feeding. When she decided it felt about right, Mary pulled it out of the bowl of hot water.
‘Cheep cheep cheep!’ In a shoe box on the kitchen counter, a green colt lay on his back; he waved his stubby legs about, desperate to feel his belly full of milk.
‘Here you go sweetie.’ Mary pressed the teat against Timmy’s mouth; he opened his mouth and suckled, kneading the rubber teat. Mary stroked the colt’s head; she found Timmy the previous day in some bushes at the back of her yard. His mother was nowhere to be seen and there was no sign of a nest, so Mary assumed Timmy’s mother had lost him in a moment of panic, or even abandoned him.
Mary took pity on the tiny creature and saved it from whatever fate nature had planned. Various forums and shelter sites told her genuine fluffy milk was the best thing she could give Timmy until he was weaned. Conveniently, Mary had plenty of the stuff on hand. Some months ago, Mary started using fluffy milk in place of cows milk on the recommendation of a forum she frequented.
Fluffies were in a legal grey area so their meat and milk was not approved for human consumption, but that did nothing to stop people doing so. Mary wasn’t keen on eating fluffy meat, but since fluffy mares didn’t need to have foals to produce milk, there was none of the wastage issues the dairy cow industry had. Not to mention, it tasted much better.
Pity I can’t get it in big bottles Mary thought as her foal drank. It’d be much more humane if we used fluffy milk instead of cows milk.
‘Cheep cheep cheep’
‘Enjoy your new home idiot.’ Barry set the 5-day old filly in the vacate milker box, closed the lid and switched it on.
‘Hewwo babbeh, am yuw mummah! Mummah wub yu su much! Mummah hav wots of miwkies fow yu!’
Barry shook his head and repeated the process with the rest of the boxes in the section; the stupid fucks, the poor stupid fucks. From the second the foal went in the box they’d be fed an endless supply of bullshit; automated mummah speak loops, a mixture of water, HFCS and multivitamin powder, and the sketties made from the cheapest pasta money could buy and ground up ex-milkers. That was bad enough, but the fucked up part was how it all went together to keep the milkers in a foal like state.
Still, maybe it was better that way. The milkers sure as shit had a better life than any mill breeder; a few years treated like afoal until-
‘PEEP PEEP PEEP!’
Barry couldn’t help but look up at the sound; Scott, the factory’s grind-man hefted an ex-milker out of her box and dumped the obese mare in his cart. The sight of the milkers always creeped Barry out; there was something very wrong about an adult fluffy that acted like a foal.
‘Sigh At least I don’t have his Job.’ Barry pulled another filly from his basket and put her in an empty box.
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‘Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, babbeh dwink miwkies make mummah happies’
The warm tingly feel fills your body as you drink mummah’s wonderful milkies, and her pretty song gives you big heart happies.
‘Mummah wub babbeh babbeh wub mummah, babbeh dwink miwkies make mummah happies’
You love mummah, more than anything in the world.
