Fluff and Co. Part 13
by roguesoul
One woke slowly, her body aching and she tasted boo boo juice in her mouth.
There was a buzz of noise around her, but she couldn’t understand it.
“Nu, nu wan tu gib speciaw huggies- fiwwy am sweeping!” what was that, it sounded like a fluffy?
“I don’t fucking care, Twelve! Get it done!” That, that was the human, what-
“…Eeeeem!” she half squeaked, half moaned, and her eyes opened slowly as she felt something bad pressing against her special place. “w-wa?” She blinked, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, and she blearily turned to look back.
There-there was a fluffy there, a different fluffy than Fifty, but he was pressing into her special place and-and his hooves were on her hips like before. “n-nu, p-pwe,” her voice was lower than a whisper and she watched the stallion’s eyes close as he pressed into her.
“Am-am sowwy fiwwy, su-su-” his voice is gentle, but it still hurts- “Amph, umph feews gud, am-am,” his voice is breaking to, why won’t he stop! “Am sow-sow-soweee!”
One closed her eyes. Her hips ached, her special place ached, and she felt-felt like she was missing something. She couldn’t place it, even as she tried to focus on it to avoid the pain.
“Su-su gud, su- sowwy, sowwy-sowwy, nu wan, gud-” he moaned, rocking faster, and One couldn’t help the groan.
“GU!” he shouted, and she felt something slick in her, and One felt as if she would make sickies waters, only for her stomach to be empty. There was a noise as the wall behind her opened and One laid her head down, shuddering in pain and anguish.
“Get back in and you’ll get your-”
“NU!” One let out a heave, a gasp as hooves suddenly wrapped around her back. It-it didn’t hurt? It was, a hug?
He was hugging her? Why? Why would he? “What are y-”
“NU! Nu weab speciaw fwend! Wub speciaw fwend!” Special, friend? She had a friend? The mare began to cry and she curled her head around, meeting the stallions eyes. He was a horn and wingie fluffy, but he was smaller than Fifty had been. His fur was gray and his mane was short and purple, and she loved him! He was her friend, he was hugging her, and loved her!
“Special friend? Where the fuck you hear that?” One flinched at the human, but didn’t look at him, instead she nuzzled Twelve.
“Jus knu, fiwwy speciaw fwend-nu weab,” his wings spread, and instead being scared she felt protected as the stallion puffed his cheeks and held her.
“You little shit,” she watched his eyes widen, and he-he took a step back?
“Wa-” she didn’t finish as a hand reached over them and grabbed the stallion, he tried to pull away, but the human was too strong and he easily held her special friend aloft. “N-nu!” she squeaked out, before biting her lip as the human narrowed his eyes at her.
“So, you really love her than?” One looked at her special friend with wide eyes, tears pricking at them.
“Y-yus, wub speciaw fwend!” the human chuckled, and she watched as-
“Nu!” she couldn’t help the word that escaped her mouth, watching the human pull the sharp thing out.
“She speaks then!” One draws back, knowing she’d messed up. She bites her lip, and boo boo juice is drawn. “So, hear we go- One!” the filly snaps to attention, though it’s hard to see through her tears.
“Twelve, do you love your-”
“YUS! AUUGH!” Twelve cried out as his wing was twisted, and One’s eyes went wide as she saw boo boo juice soak down his coat.
“Don’t interrupt me, shitrat!” the human shouted, and feathers fell to the ground.
“So, Twelve, do you love One more than you love your wings?” One shook her head, watching in horror as her special friend looked up at the human. No, no why was he hurting him, he was good-he was her special friend!
“Tweb,” his voice was shaking with pain, his wing flopping useless at his side. “Tweb, Tweb wub speciaAAUGH!” it turned into a scream as the human pushed the sharp thing to his wing, and One began to weep at the sight of the boo boo juice- “Wu-wub-”
“NU!” One shouted, breaking every rule she’d taught herself. The pair looked at her with wide eyes, and she shook, blinking in fear. “N-nu, nu huwt Twebe, One-” she took a deep breath.
“One nu wub Twebe,” she looked down, swallowing the boo boo juice in her mouth, “Nu wub, wan-wan specia- Twebe tu weab.”
One didn’t watch as Twelve teared up, falling quiet.
“Well, I’ll be…you still love her then?” One closed her eyes and tried not to cry.
“Nu…nu wub fiwwy…gib-gib heawt huwties!”
“So, no more special friend?”
“…nu…” It hurt more than she thought it would, and she refused to watch as the stallion was set back in the pen. He glared down at her before turning and- SPLURT
The filly refused to speak, her eyes closing, and she pinched her face in as bad poopies flew into her face. “Bah fiwwy, stoopid fiwwy!” she tried not to cry, her eyes hurting and the smell made her gag up bile.
The human chuckled, shutting the pen with a click. “Wow, let’s clean you up Seven,” the filly tilted her head before than was woosh of water, and she spluttered as she was sprayed, coughing wildly.
“Heck, heph, ph,” she spat out water, shivering and she glanced up in fear at the human. The sharp thing was still out, and she wondered if he would hurt her with it.
She almost…almost wanted him to.
It was a dark thought, and was gone almost immediately, and she let out a breath of relief as the human tucked it away.
“Eyes on me, Seven,” she looked up at that, meeting his eye, “Get your act together, you lost some good foals, and I don’t want to see you here again anytime soon.” She stood with wide eyes, looking down as the human walked away.
She…she had had foals…
When had that happened?
And why had he called her Seven?
Seven gets bigger, her hips aching from the swell of her tummy, but the pain is worth it. She’s going to have babies- the human said so when he came and gave her extra nummies. Somedays, when it’s quiet, Seven swears she can feel her babies moving within her, and even though it hurts she’s so excited!
She’s going to be a mummah! She’s going to have good babies and get to give them milkies, see them grow big and strong. Sure she had no leggies for huggies, and could not sing mummah songs, but she’d get to be their mummah- and that made her good!
At night and naptime she saw her babies in her mind’s eye. She saw herself sitting on a nice soft nestie, watching her babies hug and playing with toys! She saw herself singing mummah songs, and having a special friend who gave the best hugs.
She would wake up each time crying with happiness, and her tears would turn to sorrow as she was reminded of the plain white safe room walls. That her special friend hated her and hurt her, and a human who wanted to take her voice away.
And, Seven would think about that dark thought, about wanting the human to do it…to hurt her…to-but no, she had babies! She had to keep going.
So she ate her nummies and bit her tongue, and kept dreaming of all the wonderous things she’d do when they were born.
It was daytime when the pain started, and the mare gasped as if struck, it-it hurt, her tummy had-big hurties! Babbehs, her babbehs were coming!
“Ba-” she barely got the word out before biting her lip, looking down as she felt the pain rock through her again- the worstest pain like-like before?
She remembered, vaguely, softly like a dream- of the night she screamed in pain- speaking for the first time in so long. No humans had come to hurt her, but- then, there had been no babies? Where, where had they gone? Why, why did they leave her? Tears pricked at her eyes, why had they gone away?
“…p-ppweas,” she keened out, voice quiet as she felt pain rock into her, and she remembered the pain from before, until remembering to-to push, like poopies, but-bigger! “Pwe-pwease, babbehs,” she mutters, “Pwease nu gi-gib huwt-IES!” she yelled louder, and her face wrinkled in pain as she pushes.
“The hell is- SEVEN!” the filly tensed up in pain and fear, lips snapping shut as hands grabbed her. She didn’t dare to speak, only whining as she was moved around. “Fuck, no you can’t be doing this to me!” Hands moved to her hips, it hurt, it hurt so much!
“H-huwts!” she moaned, biting her lip again and boo boo juice flooded her mouth. “Bay-babbehs?” she asked, before pushing again. Something wet dripped out of her and she felt human hands grab at her.
“Damnit!” she sobbed at the words, something else pushing from her, and the filly was wracked with pain and fear as she pushed again. Something was wrong, something was wrong!
She kept pushing, and the human kept saying the worst words, and the filly felt as if she’d pass out again. The things, babies-they had to be, kept coming out, and she knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t think hard enough to realize it.
It wasn’t until afterward, as she panted, unable to move or look up, when she wondered why they weren’t making any noise. Even the human wasn’t making any noise, and she couldn’t even look at him as he turned her around. There was boo boo juice on the floor of safe room, but-but there were no babies?
“Wehhh,” she could barely speak, exhausted, “Wewe…wewe ba-”
“They’re dead,” her eyes went wide, and she looked up at the human, exhausted- and she began to pass out.
“You killed them.”
The human screamed at her, taking the sharp thing and pressing it to see place, and Twenty One wailed as it cut through her. Boo boo juice flooded her vision as it went dark on one side, and while she didn’t speak she felt herself babbling as he twisted the sharp thing inside her.
She-she could feel it, slicing through her see place, and hear the scrap of it against the socket. Babies lay in front of her, crumbled as if they’d been smashed against the safe room floor, and she could hear them talking to her as the human rammed the sharp thing into her other eye.
“Mummah!” “Sabe babbeh!” “Why huwties!” “Mummah!” “Pwease!” “Sabe babbehs!” “Su-pose tu pwotect babbehs!” “WHHY” “MUMMMAH!” “WHY HUWTIES!”
“SABE BABBEHS!”
The mare’s head flew up in a jolt, and she blinked in the darkness- oh, oh no her see places were really gone! He’d took them, he’d-he’d!
And the babies, where, where, she turned her head desperately- despite knowing she wouldn’t see them. Her eyes were gone, her babies were gone, they were always gone!
She’d had babies again and again, gaining a new name every time. A new name for every baby, every bad special hug, and the mare whimpered as she felt a terrible, so familiar pain in her stomach.
She let out a wordless, soundless keening sound as she pushed. More babies, it was always more babies, and the babies were always gone- always forever sleepies. Always, every-every time!
Twenty One slammed her head against the floor of the safe room, whimpering before doing it again. It hurt, not as bad as her tummy, but it made her feel good-right. She slammed her head down, feeling her muzzle begin to leak boo boo juice, and she grinned wildly. Twenty One was ready, she wanted it, she wanted this!
No more babies, no more special huggies, no more hurties ever again!
She smashed her head against the safe room floor, smiling as everything went black.
The last thing she felt was human hands wrapped around her.
She woke slowly, feeling, odd. The safe room floor was rough, different, and it smelled weird. Like water, and the icky smoke that the human smelled of. Her eyes opened slowly, and she realized several things at once.
She-she could see, and she blinked her eyes just to check, and she felt herself begin to cry as she realized she could see.
Not only could she see…but she could see brown- not white. She…she was out of the safe room? Where? The ceiling was very close, and seemed to move, and the mare blinked owlishly.
“–a few founding fathers,” she flinched, tearing up and she bit her lip to keep from crying out at the words. A human, a-a different human, and she flinched as the darkness was taken from her. The small safe room ceiling fell away, a human-hu-humans revealed to her. She quickly looked away, turning her head as best she could, trying to drown out the voices.
She made a small hum as the darkness came back around her, the ceiling replaced, and the mare squeezed her eyes shut, wondering if she could get back to the dark sleepy place.
This was all wrong, and Twenty One didn’t want to be here anymore.
“Her name’s Twenty Three,” the mare shuddered out a small sob, taking in the words from her human, not knowing that would be the last she heard from him.
Not knowing that her life was about to change.
End of Part 13, End of Act 1
(author’s note: holy fuck that was a long chapter, it was 11 pages which is why I broke it into two parts cause it took so damn long! I had a lot of fun writing as Twenty Three’s perspective, and any secrets about her, like what happened to her foals will be revealed later in the story. I’d love to hear your guesses, and I really look forward to continuing Fluff and Co.)