GHOST BABBEH
By FoalOut4
A purple earthy mare with a yellow mane, named Purpee, gives birth to four healthy foals on Christmas Day, under a Christmas Tree, in a warm hugboxer’s home.
She had been picked up off the streets by the hugboxer a few weeks earlier, while heavily pregnant with foals, searching the alleyways for “nummies”, after her old daddy abandoned her for getting pregnant against his wishes.
The hugboxer, Ryan, who works part time at a fluffy shelter, had recently lost his own Fluffy companion to old age, and wanted to help out a pregnant feral by giving her a warm home to raise her foals.
On Christmas Eve, knowing she could pop at any time, Ryan placed her under the Christmas Tree, and put a big red ribbon on her back, telling her she is having Christmas Foals.
She laid there with a big smile on her face, with her stubby legs sticking out of her fluff, unable to touch the ground, endlessly babbling about her “tummeh babbehs” and how badly she wants to meet them, feed them miwkies, and give them huggies.
On Christmas Morning, she screamed, BIGGEST POOPIES!
Ryan rushed into the room, to help her delivery her four chirping, peeping, squirming foals under the Christmas Tree.
Each foal slid out, and Ryan handed them to her one after the other. She licked them clean, declared them “gud babbehs”, and placed them in rotation on her crotch tits for christmas miwkies, while giving huggies to the peeping foals waiting their turn.
Call it a Christmas Miracle, but each of them were Christmas Colored Foals, unlike their mother.
Ryan gave them all Christmas themed names, but he got especially attached to a green foal with a red mane he named Jingle.
Jingle was the most vocal of the chirpy foals, chirping and peeping the loudest and most frequent of them all. Ryan joked that he was trying to sing a Christmas Jingle.
A week and a half went by as the foals quickly grew from peeping chirpy foals, to “see pwace open babbehs”, to “tawkie babbehs”. Jingle was the talkiest of them all.
Jingle and his siblings love to run and play in the warm house, and had started using the litterbox with few accidents. They suckled “mummah’s miwkies” and lived a care free foal life.
Their mother Purpee beamed with happiness and pride at her little foals daily, with big tears in her eyes at how fortunate they all were.
Then tragedy stuck.
While Ryan was away working at the shelter, Jingle declared to his siblings that he was a “big babbeh nao”, and wanted to eat “big fwuffy nummies” so he could finally “get sketties!”
His mummah told him he was “tu wittew” and “stiww nee mummah’s miwkies”. But Jingle wouldn’t listen to her. “Jingew am big babbeh nao mummah!”
Jingle trotted right up to her bowl of kibble, and started devouring it with gutso!
He didn’t have teeth yet, so he just tried swallowing it all whole.
While attempting to swallow it, a few large pieces of kibble got stuck in his throat and in his windpipe!
He soon found himself choking to death!
Jingle rushes to his mummah, panicking, unable to breath, waving his hooves around to her desperately, tears in his pleading eyes.
“Wud wong babbeh? Babbeh wan … mummah’s miwkies?” The clueless mare asked.
Jingle, panicking like crazy and desperate to “make bweevies”, starts pissing and shitting himself in fear.
“Bad babbeh! Dat am bad poopies an peepees!” His mummah says as she swats him on the nose.
Jingle, suffocating, starts thrashing around wildly, bucking his back hooves over and over, tears and fear in his eyes.
His mummah finally realizes something is horribly wrong. “Babbeh nu can make bweevies? NUUUUU! Babbehs nee tu make bweevies! Pwease, make bweevies fow mummah babbeh! Make bweevies fow mummah, fow mummah!”
His mummah gives him huggies, thinking it will help him “make bweevies”, but it does nothing. He continues to thrash wildly and panic as she holds him in a huggie embrace.
His siblings are all crying. Some of them are putting their hooves over their eyes, shouting “Scawwwy!”
Soon, Jingle’s thrashing slows down, and eventually stops entirely. His tear-soaked glassy dead eyes staring up at his mother forever, unmoving. The foal is dead.
“NUUUUU, BABBEH! NU GO FOWEVEW SWEEPIES! MAKE WAKIES AN BWEEVIES FOW MUMMAH, FOW MUMMAH! PWEASE BABBEH, MOVE 'GAIN FOW MUMMAH, FOW MUMMAH! MUMMAH NU WIKE DIS GAME BABBEH, HUUUUUU!” The mare screams at her lifeless dead foal, still in her huggies embrace.
While this is going on, the foal can still hear his mother’s cries. Upon passing out, the foal found himself waking up on the carpet as a ghost, a few feet away from his dead body.
The ghost foal can breathe again, but is still hungry. He walks up to the bowl of kibble, puffs up his cheeks at it, and blows a raspberry at it.
He then happily trots up to his mourning mother, who is bawling her eyes out.
“Mummah! Mummah! Wook! Babbeh am can make bweevies 'gain! Babbeh am otay! Nu be saddies Mummah!”
But she cannot see nor hear him, and keeps crying over his dead body.
Ghost Jingle trots up to his mummah, and waves his hooves in the air to get her attention, shouting, “Mummah! Mummah! Mummah!”, but she still ignores him.
He sits on his butt and does the “dancie babbeh dance”, and shouts, “Wook Mummah! Am Dancie Babbeh, Am Dancie Babbeh!” But she still pays no attention.
Finally, Ghost Jingle runs up to give his mummah huggies, but he goes right through her … like a ghost!
“Huuuuu, scawwwwwy!” Says a frightened Ghost Jingle.
Ghost Jingle walks up to his crying siblings, trying to give them huggies, but his hooves go right through them too!
“Waaaaah, why Jingew nu can gif huggies? Waaaaah!”
Suddenly, a portal opens up in the safe room, a portal to Sketti-Land!
Ghost Jingle looks up at the sight in pure awe!
He sees a river of miwkies flowing, with countless foals sipping miwkies from it! He sees mountains made out of sketties, with many fluffies munching away on it! He also sees a bunch of fluffies happily enfing away in a massive orgy in one section of Sketti-Land!
The God of Sketti-Land, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, suddenly appears and tells Jingle that he has ONE CHANCE to enter Sketti-Land, but he has to do it right now, or he will be trapped in the world of mortals, FOREVER.
Ghost Jingle happily trots towards Sketti-Land, but stops once he hears his mummah and siblings wailing loudly again in agony over his death.
Ghost Jingle glances back at them crying, then glances back at Sketti-Land, then back to his family, then back to Sketti-Land, then back to his family.
Ghost Jingle says to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, “Jingew am tu wittew fow Sketti-Wand, am onwy a wittew babbeh! Nee tu be wif mummah and bwuddas an sissie. Nee tu make dewe saddies gu away!”
The Flying spaghetti Monster rolls his eyes, and says, “You dumbass! They can’t see, hear, or feel you anymore! You are dead to them! But hey, suit yourself dumbshit!”
And with that, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and the portal to Sketti-Land, both disappear!
Suddenly, Ghost Jingle’s tummy growls with hunger!
“Huuu, hungwy. Babbeh nee miwkies!” says the hungry Ghost Jingle.
Ghost Jingle trots up to his crying mother, opens his mouth, and tries to attach himself to her crotch tits. But his mouth just goes right through it! Ghost Jingle starts crying!
“Huuuuu, babbeh nee miwkies! Why mummah’s miwkie pwace nu wuv babbeh nu mowe? Babbeh am bad babbeh? Babbeh wiww get tewwibew tummeh ouwies wizout mummah’s miwkies! Huuuuu!” Says the hungry Ghost Jingle.
A few hours later, Ryan comes home.
Purpee begs Ryan to “hewp cowd babbeh make bweevies 'gain”, but he comforts her and tells her that her foal is dead, and that nothing can ever bring him back to them.
Ryan cries along with the foal’s mother and siblings at Jingle’s loss.
Ghost Jingle shouts, “Daddeh, pwease nu be saddies! Jingew wight hewe!”
But he can’t hear him.
Ryan buries Jingle outside, using a Candy Cane from Christmas as his grave marker.
As the days pass, Ghost Jingle gets hungrier and hungrier, but no matter how many times he tries to suckle from his mummah’s crotch tits, his mouth goes right through her!
He is soon in perpetual starvation mode, his ghostly stomach hurting him horribly, but he can never eat anything of this world, his mouth goes through everything.
He tries and tries to get his family’s attention, but they can never see, hear, nor feel him.
He tries over and over to play games with his siblings, and to involve himself with his family, but they never notice him.
After another week, his siblings have grown teeth and finally start eating kibble.
Ghost Jingle bursts out in tears of torment and regret, realizing that if only he had waited just a little longer to try kibble, he would be happily munching kibble among his siblings right now. But now he never will!
As the weeks pass by, his family has entirely forgotten about him, thanks to fluffy memory being so flawed. But Jingle never forgot about them, and this makes him very sad.
Jingle realizes that his family has now moved on from his death, and will now live their lives to the fullest, will grow up and have special friends and babies of their own, and he will never be able to do any of that, nor be a part of his family again. Forever.
Ghost Jingle cries day and night knowing this, and is forever stuck in starvation mode, unable to drink milk. Still stuck in the eternal astral body of a ghost foal.
Months pass by. Ryan allows each of Jingle’s siblings to have special friends (from the shelter) and to have babies of their own! When the foals grow up, Ryan allows each couple to keep one foal, and he sends the rest to the shelter to find new homes.
Ghost Jingle cries and cries, saying he wants a special friend too, that he wants to have babies of his own just like his siblings, but he can’t. He is a forever ghost baby.
After a few years, his mummah Purpee dies a horrific slow death from cancer. She awakens in her ghost body, and for the first time in years, Ghost Jingle can interact with her!
“Mummah! Mummah! Mummah!” he happily shouts as he trots up to her.
Mummah, in her ghost form, suddenly remembers him, “Babbeh! Mummah’s wittew nu bweevie babbeh!” and happily trots up to him.
But before she can hug him, the portal to Sketti-Land opens, and Mummah is in awe of it!
Ghost Jingle, remembering how he missed it the last time, rushes towards Sketti-Land!
But when he leaped towards the portal, he was deflected back! An invisible wall knocked him back!
“Owwies!” He yells.
The Flying Spaghetti Monster appears, and tells Jingle’s mother the same thing he told the foal years earlier.
Mummah begs the Flying Spaghetti Monster to let her “nu bweevie babbeh” in to Sketti-Land with her.
But the Flying Spaghetti Monster shakes his head and refuses. “He had his chance, and must remain in this realm of mortals, forever! Purpee, enter now, or be forever trapped here with your foal!”
Mummah cries and cries, but trots away to Sketti-Land, selfishly not wanting to share the same fate as her foal.
Jingle tries one last time to run up and reach her crotch tits for miwkies, but is knocked back by the Flying Spaghetti Monster’s noodly appendage.
Jingle cries and cries, holding his starving stomach.
As the years go by, one by one, each of his siblings pass away, and each time after a brief reunion, they leave Jingle behind to go to Sketti-Land. Jingle always tries to enter himself, but is always knocked back by the invisible wall.
Eventually, Ryan dies of a heart attack. And the house goes up for sale, but never actually ends up selling, and stays abandoned.
Ghost Jingle spends many decades alone in the abandoned house, bored out of his mind with nothing to do, perpetually hungry, as the house rots around him.
He tries to walk through walls to leave the house, but as soon as he leaves the property, he is instantly teleported back to the spot on the floor he died at.
HUNDREDS OF YEARS LATER:
Centuries of time pass. Humans are extinct, killed by wars and famine. Feral fluffies litter the ruins of human civilization.
In one patch of woods, is a haunted grove of trees, where an ancient house once stood.
For countless generations, the feral fluffies have told one another the ghost story of the ghost babbeh that haunts that grove.
It is said that on some nights, fluffies can hear a foal crying for it’s mummah and siblings in that grove.
Crying for miwkies, or crying for a special friend.
FOREVER.
THE END