A pair of desperate eyes peer through a solid sheet of clear plastic which serves as the only window to the outside world for the creature on the other side. This is Mabel, a pink earthie fluffy with a curly yellow and green mane and a former broodmare until her owner passed away in a freak car accident. Although her colors aren’t the best, her unique mane gave her the potential to produce some high quality foals, a theory that proved to be correct as she managed to make her owner a fairly wealthy fluffy owner up until her demise.
Day in and day out it was the same - sit in her cage, eat, give birth, and then have the cycle start all over again as she only got brief, hazy glimpses of her foals before they were taken from her and she was given a new ‘special friend’. One would think that over time she’d grow callus to the losses, that she would settle into the routine and yet every time she’d beg for her young before they were so coldly taken from her.
However, she was given hope in the Fluffy Mart she was taken to - the promise of a new loving and caring family that would allow her to have her babies, and yet nearly every single day she would simply sit in her ‘nestie’ and watch as everyone around her got new homes whilst she was left in the dust. No one wanted a pregnant mare - especially one as ugly as her and yet it didn’t stop her from beginning every single person that came near to take her home with them.
Of course, Fluffy Marts cannot hold onto their stock forever as they keep records on every single fluffy, their journey thus far, and even their personality quirks, and with Mabel having been there for nearly a month, she had long overstayed her welcome.
“Sorry girl, but if we can’t find you a home then I’m afraid you’ll have to go in The Incinerator” The store clerk warns, their demeanor being just as cold and distant as Mabel’s previous owner’s thanks to their many years on the job and learning not to get attached to ‘Defective Product’. For Mabel however, this was devastating news thanks to her hearing stories of such a fate and even witnessing it first hand thanks to a scheduling mix-up.
“Nuu! Maybow am soon mummah! Buwnie Boxie am bad fo’ mummah an’ tummeh bebbahs!” She pleas, her hooves desperately pounding on the plastic door only for the clerk to turn their back and focus their efforts on more important work, leaving the mother to process things on her own.
Mabel wanted to run, to somehow, some way shatter the plastic door and find a family on her own terms and yet no matter how hard her frail hooves swung the door stood firm and would stay that way until her caretakers came to throw her away in three days time. The days were slow for Mabel, her trying to make each one count as she did everything in her power to get people to choose her over the others.
On the first day she spread lies about the others - claiming that they made ‘bad poopies’ and were ‘dummehs’ which only managed to push any potential buyers away as even brown colored fluffies and ones with legitimate mental problems such as Sensitive Bebbah Syndrome were chosen over her.
On the second she directed her anger at the customers themselves for not choosing her - hurling the most heinous and cutting insults that a creature such as herself could muster but in reality the only people that they would offend in earnest would be anyone under the age of four.
On the final day, she resigned herself to her fate - her hope having finally run out despite all the hardships she had faced. Although her owner was cruel, she very rarely if ever threatened the life of her or her young and now she was practically staring down the barrel of the metaphorical gun all she could do now was close her eyes and weep for the life she and her young would never have.
But just as the store was beginning to close and the bad products were going to be burned, a man burst through the doors with his brown fedora nearly flying off of his head and the collar of his button-up shirt being drenched in sweat.
This was Huego Lamparty, a financial worker for a major hospital and the semi-estranged husband/father of Margaret Lamparty and her daughter Linda Lamparrty. For nearly two years he has been away from home and due to his workaholic nature and need to provide for his family, he has missed several major holidays which included his daughter’s birthdays.
Not this year though, this year he was going to make up all the lost time away from them - showering his loving wife’s patience and diligence in praise and gifts whilst his daughter would be given the one thing she had been asking for since she was old enough to speak: A Fluffy. Although he was hesitant to get her one, now that she was the tender age of eight he figured that she was responsible enough to take care of her very first pet.
“Besides - how hard could it be to take care of a fluffy anyway? They were marketed to children roughly around her age so surely they must be low maintenance pets” Huego thinks to himself after a lengthy phone call with his wife letting her know where he was and ensuring that his daughter was indeed still interested only to realize that the store was closing soon and that he arrived just in the nick of time.
Of course, the store owner wasn’t exactly jazzed about having to stay a bit longer to deal with one last customer, so as an act of petty revenge he only allowed the desperate man to buy from the ‘last day’ fluffies since he falsely claimed that the rest were already called for by people that called in advance. At this point however, the father wasn’t picky and wanted to leave as much as the worker did.
Huego briskly jogs over to the kennels, most of which were stocked with fluffies possessing bad colors or behavior whilst others had simply run out of time to be adopted and simply weren’t worth the cost of keeping around. His eyes scan across each and every one only to just as quickly realize why they weren’t picked before freezing in place in front of the kennel belonging to a certain pink fluffy that went by the name Mabel
“Is this one taken?” Huego asks curiously, sizing up the bloated mare for any other defects besides her size “No, nobody wants her because she’s pregnant and her colors are bad” The clerk states, though the term ‘bad colors’ had no bearing on the clueless businessman as to him all he saw was a tiny fat horse that was his daughter’s favorite color.
And so, a deal was struck - the man bought the fluffy at a bargain of a price and in turn the Mabel was finally given a proper home as she just narrowly avoided certain doom. “Tank ‘ou fo’ sabe soon mummah an’ bebbahs neu daddeh! Hab su many hawt happies! Gon’ be bestest mummah fo’ bebbahss an’ gib wots of huggies an’ wub!” She happily proclaims as her hooves gingerly ‘hug’ her stomach and she sings her ‘mummah song’
The drive was a long and anxious one - Huego fighting off the urge to speed through every single yellow light to get to his family faster whilst Mabel could hardly wait to be brought to her new home, and after a long 20 minute drive they had finally arrived.
Heugo’s Car slowly rolled to a stop in front of his home, a two-story building smack dab in the middle of suburbia though during that time the place was obscured in darkness due to the daylight hours being short that time of year. With a wide grin on his face, he grabs Mabel’s Kennel in one hand and the briefcase in the other before giving the door a few firm taps with his foot.
Meanwhile the entire Lamparty Household was gathering around the table for dinner and just as they were about to say grace they could hear that someone was knocking at their door. Feigning ignorance, Margret excuses herself from the table and goes to see who it is only to return moments later with a familiar face that was just as excited to see her as she was to see him.
With a wide grin and tears in her eyes, Linda embraces her father whom in return nearly drops his things to hug her in return. “My, how much you have grown,” Huego says softly, stroking a hand through his daughter’s long, brown hair whilst taking in every detail of her face to see just how much of it he could remember and how much was new.
“Daddy, please don’t leave again.” His daughter pleads, eliciting a soft chuckle from her father “Don’t you worry, I’ll be working from home from now on and the only time I’ll be leaving is either for emergencies or important meetings but they will never take as long as that one did. Anyways, I brought you something while I was out, If I do ever leave again you won’t be so lonely” He says as he slowly shifts out of the way to reveal the kennel
“Hewwo? Neu mummah? Fwuffy namsie am Maybow. Am soon mummah!” The pink fluffy says politely, her eyes lighting up with excitement and Linda’s eyes eagerly matching them as she peers through the metal bars separating the two of them. She was perfect in every way for the little girl, her bright pink coat and curly yellow and green striped mane coupled with her cheery attitude made them form an instant bond which just by looking at them reassured Huego that the two of them would be well taken care of in each other’s company.
However, thanks to an extensive trip the kennel smelled particularly foul which did dampen the mood slightly. Thus, Mabel was moved into the garage temporarily and set on top of a pile of dirty towels on the washing machine. “Wewe am neu daddeh gown’? Pwease nu weab Maybow, am soon mummah huuhuu…” The fluffy pleads, unable to move from the small towel pile thanks to her bloated form but Heugo was quick to put her fears to rest “Don’t you worry, I’m just leaving you here until dinner is finished. After that, I’ll give you back to Linda and the two of you can play while I clean out your kennel, okay?” He says with a reassuring smile which didn’t seem to be enough to put the fluffy at ease.
“Nu! Nu weab mummah! Mummah am su scawdies! Nee huggies an wub!” She cries out desperately thanks to her other owner’s sudden ‘abandonment’ having left a few mental scars.Of course, Heugo being the patient and understanding individual that he was, came up with a solution fairly quickly. “See that light? I can’t keep it on forever so I will have to come back to turn it off and therefore I’ll have to come back and get you, understand?”
“Otay…Maybow wiww be bwave fo’ neu daddeh an’ mummah” Mabel says, not wanting to squander her chance at giving her foals a safe place to grow up in. With that, Heugo leaves the mother with her facing the door and leaving the light on so that she’d feel a bit safer knowing that he would have to come back to turn the light off and get her as well.
To pass the time, she sang to her unborn foal whilst staring at the dim yellow light that illuminated the cramped garage space. The towels kept her plenty warm, the top of the washer was flat so she couldn’t slip off, really she was as safe as could be but the one thing that Heugo had failed to take into account was Mabel going into labor.
A sharp, stabbing pain made itself known in Mabel’s Guts as it felt like someone was actively tying them in tight knots and a bit of fluid gushed from between her legs. This was it, she was going to give birth right there in the garage and yet despite her wanting to have and raise babies she begs and pleads for them to stay inside her just a little while longer.
This is because due to her facing the door, her backside is facing the edge of the appliance with there being nothing on the other side besides a small plastic trash can lined with a used grocery bag.
Mabel fought as hard as she could to prevent her foals from being into the world, the inner walls of her folds tightening and contracting as best she could but the pain quickly proved too much and she was forced to just let it all happen as it did.
The head of her first foal emerged from her backside, a small nub on its head and its slick fur being the same as its mother’s before being dropped into the bin with a loud series of cheeps. The second to follow was a white winged foal whom chirped for their mother and flapped their tiny, underdeveloped wings helplessly as it fell. Third was a red foal, fourth a cyan pegasus, fifth a brown earthie, and lastly the sixth whom was the runt of the litter being an orange unicorn that unfortunately missed the bin and instead cracked their neck on the rim of it before falling in.
Thankfully the bin was full of lint which managed to cushion the foals’ falls just enough to ensure that they did not perish on impact but thanks to the mother being so busy she had left the thing neglected for long enough for a particularly large rat to claim it as their home, said rat being two thirds the size of the mother and sporting sleek gray fur that allowed it to near seamlessly camouflage itself among the numerous tufts of similarly colored fabric scraps.
Upon feeling the foals land upon its home the thing was reasonably startled as it scrambled around in the bin before cautiously peeking its head up to see just what had landed inside only to be met with a number of small, peeping fluff balls that stuck out like a sore thumb.
Meanwhile the mother could only lay down and endure as one by one her newborns were dropped off of the side of the washer. “Nuuhuuhuu! Am tu soon! Stay in mummah bebbahs! Nu am safies!” She cries in between pleas for her ‘daddeh’ to come help her and her young out of the grim situation only for her to get no response thanks to being nearly on the other side of the house.
When her final foal entered the world, she just as quickly forced herself to her feet only to fall down again thanks to both the strain of childbirth and her efforts to fight it off as well. All seemed lost to her, she had done so much for her young and where did that get her? Abandoned in a garage with dead foals and a deep pain in both her body and soul.
And yet, fate would not allow her to give up quite yet as she hears the faint chirps of what she thought to be her dead foals from the side of the washing machine. Knowing that her young were in need of her mother, she forces her body to stand, turn around, and drop once again so that she could peer over the side and see what became of her young.
Gazing down into the murky black shadow casted by the dryer, Mabel would come to find that her foals had luckily survived the fall thanks to a particularly soft-looking bed of lint that piled high inside of a plastic waste receptacle. Her spirits rose upon seeing her young still well and alive, having her call down to them for reassurance “Nu wowwy bebbahs! Daddeh am sabe bebbehs fwom twashies! Den, Mummah gib wickie cweanies an miwkies!” She assures them, though just as she did a sleek silver body and black beady eyes emerge from the fuzz
Being the opportunistic hunter that they were, the rat was quick to turn the nearest foal into a meal, grabbing them with their front paws and dragging them into the safety of their lint burrow where they are devoured swiftly. This all being in plain sight of the mother whom despite the dark was perfectly capable of watching the entire ordeal in the scant amount of light that the swinging yellow bulb provided.
One by one the foal’s cries were silenced, a sickening series of crunches sounding out from the bin as the chirping grew more and more quiet. “NUUHUUHUU BEBBAHS! PWEASE NU NUM BEBBAHS TWASHIE MUNSTAH! AM OWNY WITTLE BEBBAHS! HUU HUU HUU…” Mabel cries at the top of her lungs, tears absorbing themselves into her fur whilst a few rogue drops manage to plop down into the bin.
Finally, all was silent, the only remains of the mother’s young either slowly being digested in the stomach of a vermin or laid scattered in their den whilst the creature that ended their short lives rests peacefully. For the mother however, she was completely heartbroken as her weak body could do nothing but watch from above.
An hour passed before Heugo returns to get Mabel, in contrast to her he seemed completely over the moon as he had spent that time catching up and reconnecting with his daughter and getting ready to do a different kind of ‘reconnecting’ with his wife in the bedroom whilst his daughter is distracted with their new pet. Mable on the other hand had plenty of time to organize her emotions.
She did not feel any sorrow for her lost young, for she had lost them too many times to feel that way for long. This was a new emotion, one rarely felt in most fluffies and especially from mothers as seasoned as her - resentment. It was her daddeh’s fault that she was left alone, his fault that he ignored her cries for help, his fault that her foals were dead, and she was about to let him know that.
“Nu am faiw! Maybow am gud mummah! Am good bebbehs! Nu deswebe foweba sweepies! Daddeh nu hewp mummah! am meanie munstah daddeh! Mummah hatechu! Hatechu!” She shouts, newly formed tears streaming down her face as she tries and fails to stand and give ‘sorry hoofsies’ to their owner.
Confused, the man stands there wondering just what the creature was talking about before noticing their sudden loss of weight and the large splat of shit on the wall, thus prompting them to look down at where their backside was facing only to see a dead orange foal next to a large white plastic bin.
Without any hesitation, Heugo carefully rummages around inside of the lint to try and find her young only to stir the rat whom scares the man back as it leaps from its home and scurries around the garage in search of an escape route, though for Heugo that would put an end to his search as he knew all too well what had happened now.
Time passes, and the event is mostly forgotten by the family except for Mabel whom continues to hold a grudge even days later after the event, going from a kind and well behaved fluffy to a menace on four legs - refusing to use the litterbox and instead opting to poop and pee behind furniture or other equally hard to reach places whilst biting and hitting anyone that got close to her, though her rage was initially targeted solely at Huego before being applied to the rest of the family since it bothered him.
Eventually, the family had enough of the creature’s antics and without any hesitation Mabel is grabbed by the scruff of her neck and thrown back into the kennel she came in. “Dummeh munstah daddeh! Wet Maybow outsies an’ gib nummies o’ get sowwiest hoofsies an’ poopies!” she commands, though by now all of Heugo’s abundance of patience had finally run dry for the little hellspawn
“No, I’m taking you back and I’m getting my daughter a good fluffy, one who won’t talk back and cause so many problems! I don’t care what they do but if they don’t take you back then I’ll drive around this entire place until I either find a place who does or until I find a place far enough away to dump you off to ensure that you do not bother me or my family ever again.”
It was then that reality had sunk in for Mabel, his words providing a certain sense of clarity and dread that was able to smash her child-like worldview and bring her to the hard, cold reality that she had always been in. Her eyes softened, her angry facade melted away as she shrank in her cage and looked up at her owner
“Huuhuuhuu…Nu weab Maybow…Maybow pwomise be gud fwuffy…will neba be bad fwuffy eba ‘gain! Neba eba!” She pleads, but her apology came all but too late as the two pull out of the driveway and back towards the Fluffy Mart
The drive was much quicker this time but for Mabel it felt like an eternity as she continued to beg for forgiveness only for there to be none left to be found in the man that was practically made of the stuff. When they finally arrived, Mabel had finally relented in verbal manipulation and instead attempted physical displays by suckling on her front hoof and chirping like a newborn foal.
“Hello, I bought a fluffy from you a few days ago and she’s just not the right fit for our home. Would it be alright if I leave her here and perhaps exchange her for a different one?” Huego politely asks as he hoists Mabel’s Kennal up to show that she was in perfectly good health minus the fact that she had been rolling in her own shit.
The person he was showing her to was a woman somewhere in her mid 20’s, her long blonde hair being tied back in a ponytail and a coat of bright pink lipstick drawing most eyes to that part of her body first thanks to how vibrant the color was. Looking down inside the kennel, she uses a small tablet she has on hand to look up her name and file.
“Oh, Mabel! Yes, she was on her Last Day before you bought her! Sadly we cannot exchange her but I would be more than happy to help you find a fluffy better suited to your current living situation! It’s advised that buyers typically do not pick from the ‘Last Day’ group as it tends to be a mixed bag on what you get but hey, I understand that they’re cheap and some people just like to try their luck on such things. As for Mabel, we’ll give her until the end of today but after that there’s nothing more we can offer her here. Are you certain that you wish to part with her?”
Giving one last look to Mabel, Huego nods sternly, handing her over to a different employee whilst the woman escorts him over to the fluffy pens to pick out a new fluffy for his daughter. Mabel on the other hand was not so fortunate as she was practically manhandled by having her be grabbed by her neck scruff and tossed into a familiar ‘nestie’ with enough force to bust up her snoot.
Now back at square one, she does nothing to try and get herself out of her situation - her will having been completely shattered as all she could do was wallow in her own sorrow whilst retreating into her own mind in an attempt to escape her cruel reality.
It was there that she saw sprawling fields of green and clear blue skies, surrounding her were her many, many foals to whom she sang to and fed regardless of their physical features such as color, horns, or wings. However, not even there she was safe as the sun slowly grew in size and she began to sweat, the grass becoming dry and brown whilst the skin slowly melted off of the bones of both herself and her foals whom begged for her to save her before being reduced to charred skeletons. In her final moments, Mabel begged for the forgiveness of her foals before finally being reduced to nothing but ashes.
~ E N D ~
Story partially inspired by
Good Morning Soon Mummah Part 3 [Ending] -GooGooDa
