Roxy’s eyes flutter open as birds chirp somewhere in the distance. The smell of fresh air, pretty flower nummies, and something else comforting seem to float around the air around where she was now laying. The sun slowly rising over the horizon casts beautiful multicolored rays of light and warmth across the land, slowly filling Roxy’s den with the warm glow of sunlight.
She stretches her little stubby hoofies and yawns as a soft summer breeze blows through her den hidden below an old oak tree. She looks around, taking a few steps around her Den to stretch them out before reflexively waddling over to the good poopies place just beside the den. She squats, scrunches her face, and unloads a torrent of good poopies and peepees into the little hole that made up the good poopie place.
Just as she finishes wiping her fluffy rear on a chunk of bush to clean her pretty white fluff, a familiar smell fill the den around her followed by one the bestest sounds Roxy had ever heard-
“Speshiew’ fwien! Bwanchie am’ home wif’ nummies! Babbehs, howd’ on tu’ daddeh’s fwuff! Wet’s gu weave nummies fow’ mummah en’ gud’ nummies pwace!”
peep!
chirpchirp!
chirp- “m-m-ummah?”
peeppeep
chirpcheepchirp!
Roxy’s eyes widen in surprise as tears slowly build under her eyes. She almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Special friend? Babbehs? Nummies?!
"SPECIEW’ FWIEN? BABBEHS?! MUMMAH WOXY HEWE! WOXY AM HEWE! BABBEHS COME’ TU’ MUMMAH!!"
Tears now openly streak down her cheek fluff and onto the dirt floor of her den. Roxy couldn’t handle all the best heart happies that she now had as her breathing slowly started to become more labored with every breath. She whips around as the sound of Branch and her chirpy babbehs slowly fades somewhere into the distance. She waddles faster than she’s ever moved before toward the source of the sounds coming from the nummie place on the other side of the den.
“MUMMAH WOXY MISS’ SPECIEW’ FWIEN SO MUCHIES! MUMMAH WUV…”
Her cries of joy are suddenly cut short as she peeks into the nummie place, only to be met with an empty dirt floor and silence. She looks around in confusion, frantically waddling from wall to wall in the nummie place looking for Branch and her chirpie babbehs.
“Speciew-fwien! Come pway wif’ Bwanchie an’ chiwpie-babbehs! Dis’ babbeh am a wittew-tawkie-babbeh! Wook’s jus’ wike Mummah Woxy!”
Roxy sobs harder to herself as she turns around and dashes out of the entrance to her nummie place and back into the main living area of her den. Tears blot the dirt beneath her as she looks around the quiet empty den.
“Speciew-fwien? Babbehs?! Mummah Woxy hewe! Whewe am Speciew-fwien? WHEWE AM WOXY’S WITTEW-CHIWPIE-BABBEHS?!”
Suddenly, a loud BOOM echo’s through the air. Roxy peeps in fear and lets out the worst no-smell pretty scardie poopies she’s ever had. The air around her grows colder and colder as the sounds of her special friend and her peeping offspring slowly fades into silence. All Roxy can do is frantically rush around the den, hiding from the sounds of thunder and flashes of lightning as a massive storm begins to build in the skies overhead.
“WOXY HEWE!! HUUHUU BABBIES!! SPECIEW-FWIEN!! HUUHUU COME TU’ MUMMAH WOXY!! HUUHUU PWEEZE!!”
Another crash of thunder, another flash of lightning. Roxy cries out in fear. Before she can react any further, pain begins to scream through her body from the top of her back and her fluffy rump. The pain courses through her entire body, sending waves of shivers and discomfort all through her tiny body.
“WOSTES’ WINGIE HUWTIES!! HUUHUU WAI’ MEANIE WINGIE GIF’ MUMMAH WOXY WOSTES HUWTIES?? AM GUD’ MUMMAH!!”
She whips around as the pain from her rear end intensifies even further. She glares down at where her pretty tail should be, only to be met with a bleeding stump and booboo juice absorbing into her pretty white fluff. She tries to turn to give her tail stump huggies to make the hurties go away, but she realizes that now she can no longer move. Her meanie leggies aren’t listening to her!
“Wai weggies nu’ hewp Woxy fin’ babbehs?! Babbehs nee’ mummah fow’ miwkies an’ huggies’ an wuv! Wai weggies nu wowk fow’ Woxy?!”
The world around her begins to grow darker and darker until there’s nothing around her except the sound of complete silence.
Roxy opens her eyes again to a dark room, the only source of light is a dim night-light plugged into an outlet on the other side of the room from where she woke up. A very subtle not-pretty smell permeates the air around her as Roxy’s eyes slowly adjust to the dark room. She’s sitting in a soft nestie-bed in the corner of a room surrounded by green not-fluff on the ground. The baby blue walls stuck out against the darkness in the room, allowing Roxy to see slightly better through the dark.
“Wha…? Whewe am Woxy…? Spesiew’ Fwien…? Babbehs…?”
Before Roxy can continue to call out for her lost mate and unborn babies, she feels a sudden tug from her backside violently hoist her into the air. A bolt of white hot pain shoots through her entire tail and up her spine as she watches her bed get smaller as she’s lifted into the air. She lets out a stream of scardie peepees and a little bit of scardie poopies in response, but all it serves to do is cover her in her waste as she dangles upside-down helplessly above her bed.
“SCREEE- BAD UPPIES!! NU’ HUWT SOON-MUMMAH!! HAF’ TUMMEH BABBEHS!! HUUHUU NUUUUUu!”
Travis looks down at the pregnant bowl fluff now dangling from his hand. He was dressed in all black, wearing a face mask painted to look like a smiley face as he listens to Roxy’s screams of terror. He had been listening to Roxy talk in her sleep. He could only surmise that she was dreaming about her mate and her unborn children. His expression sits cold and empty on his face behind the mask as he give’s Roxy a little shake by her tail. Roxy cries out in pain again. He had already broken her tail when he yanked her out of the sink earlier, and this could only serve to worsen the injury.
Travis watches Roxy squirm as she dangles by her tail, piss and shit now openly pouring from her back side and down her body onto the fluffy bed below. She only whimpers and peeps from the pain in her tail in response. She continues flailing until her body rotates enough to see the source of her pain.
Travis simply stares at her with his empty gaze. His mask covers most of his face but leaves his eyes exposed, concealing his identity from Roxy.
“SCREEEEE!! MUNSTAH!!! NU’ NUM MUMMAH WOXY PWEASE!! WOXY AM SOON MU-”
Travis grabs the teat of one of her swollen crotch tits, pinching it painfully between two of his fingers as he violently twists. The bruising is almost instant as her milkie place begins turning purple and blue around the pinched teat. Roxy violently squirms and thrashes in Travis’s hand as a brand new wave of pain shoots through her lower body.
“EEEEEEHH!! WOSTES’ MIWKIE-PWACE HUWTIES!! HUUHUUU NU’ HUWT SOON-MUMMAH!! BABBEHS NEE’ MUMMAH’S MIWKIES FOW WUV AN-”
Travis interrupts Roxy with a swift flick to the nose, causing her to devolve into a panicked series of chirps and whimpers. Her crotch tit now glowing red, purple, and blue where Travis had twisted it, and she finally has stopped shitting and pissing on herself.
Before dropping her, Travis raises Roxy up by her tail to his eye level. Her gaze meets his mask covered glare, tears dripping from her eyes down her forehead and onto the mess pile on the bed below. In a terrifying gravely voice, only says one word to the sobbing fluffy.
“ROSIE.”
He doesn’t allow her any time to react before he releases his grip on her tail, dropping her head first onto the pile of scardie-poopies on top of her soiled nest bed. She lands with a squishy FWUMP before Travis silently steps over the mess and out the Yellow door on the other side of the room.
Roxy cries to herself as the scardie poopies and peepees seep further into her not pretty white fluff. She doesn’t smell pretty and her broken tail has the worst hurties. She tries moving away from the mess, uselessly flapping her wings from the strain. Her broken wing sends a spike of pain up her spine in response, causing Roxy to cry out in pain even louder. She had forgotten about her dummeh hurtie wingie, and she was suffering because of it.
“huuhuu… Nu’ smeww pwetty… Nu’ wike scawdie-poopies… Nu’ wan’ scawdie-peepees en’ Soon-mummah’s fwuff… Nu’ wan’ mow’ pwetty wingie an’ taiw huwties… Jus’ wan babbehs, an’ wuv…huuhuu”
Light suddenly floods the room as Travis comes bursting through the yellow door. He was dressed back up in his Sunday best, and an expression of surprise and concern glued across face. The light burns Roxy’s eyes, causing her to whimper even louder as she leans her head down to hide her eyes.
“My poor little Rosie!! What on earth happened in here??”
Travis grabs a towel he had hanging next to the door and throws it on the floor in front of Roxy’s bed so he could kneel down next to her without soiling his clean slacks.
“huuhuu… DADDEH!! DADDEH HEWP’ SOON-MUMMAH!! HUUHUU WOSTES’ TAIW AN’ WINGIE HUWTIES!! NU’ WIKE NU SMEWW-PWETTY SCAWDIE POOPIES!! huuuhuuu…”
Roxy flails her stumpy hoofies uselessly in circles as her beach-ball sized body gently bounces in the pile of shit and piss now filling her bed.
“Rosie, what happened here? Why didn’t you call for me if you had to use the litter box?”
Travis pulls a pair of blue surgical gloves out of his pocket, sliding them on before gingerly lifting Roxy as she sobs uncontrollably into her pudgy cheek fluff. Travis feels his finger nails slowly sinking into her thing stretched skin on her sides as he brings her into the bathroom for the third time since bringing her home a few hours ago, causing her to peep out in pain again.
He gently holds her under his arm as he makes up the bath for the third time, making sure he doesn’t touch her broken wing or tail.
“Now Rosie…”
He says in a soft voice as he slowly lowers Roxy into the warm bath water. He makes sure to support her weight as he gently lowers her into the water on her back until he can feel her natural buoyancy take over and she begins to float on the surface. This seems to calm Roxy down as the warm water envelopes her injured tail and wing, granting a momentary reprieve from the pain the injuries brought. Travis listens to her softly whimper, then coo as the warm water she now floated in began to relax her body.
“I want you to take a deep breath and relax before you tell me what happened in your safe room.”
Roxy sniffles to herself, doing her best to regain her composure before looking up at Travis with a look of utter despair.
“huuhuu… -sniffle- huuu… Nu’ mean tu’ make bad scawdie-poopies en’ pwetty nestie bed… Woxy am sowwy daddeh…”
Travis can hear the way Roxy’s apology trails off as his expression changes from one of concern to one of total emptiness. She begins to shiver in fear as Travis slowly reaches into his back pocket, retrieving a plastic ruler from his back pocket. Before Roxy can react, Travis swings the ruler down straight onto one of Roxy’s stumpy pudgy hoofies with a rather loud swishing slap noise.
-SWIIISHHH-WAP!-
“EEEEHHH!! WOSTES’ HOOFIE HUWTIES!! HUUHUU SOON-MUMMAH SOWWY DADDEH!!”
Travis brings the ruler down again on another heart shaped hoof pad, swinging hard enough to draw blood from the impact.
-SWISH-WAP!-
“SCREEEE!! NUU!! HUUHUU PWEASE’ NU’ MOW HOOFIE-HUWT-”
-SWISH-WAP!-
Travis brings the ruler down one final time on another one of her hoof pads. All 3 hoofs he had swatted now began to slowly turn purple and bruise as blood begins to drip down her hoofs and onto her swollen chest fluff. Roxy has fallen into a cycle of distressed chirps and whimpers in pain, incapable of articulating even the simplest fluffy phrases as the stinging pain from her hoof pads radiates up and down her legs.
“Rosie. You brought that on yourself. Daddy has told you before, multiple times, not to call yourself fake names. You can think about what you did while Daddy finishes your bath. When you calm down, I want you to tell daddy what happened in your safe room. Understand?”*
Roxy sniffles and whimpers as stinging pain continues to shoot through her little leggies from her poor little hoofies. She slowly begins to calm down as she feels Travis gently washing her pretty white fluff clean of her bad scardie poopies. She only whimpers softly to herself and tries her best to hug her bulging stomach with her pudgy hooves.
Travis sighs and pulls her from the murky brown water before placing her carefully down on a clean towel. He then takes another softer towel and begins drying out Roxy’s fluff. Roxy finally calmed down enough to start enjoying the feeling of her bath as she begins to realize how pretty she smells once again. She coos and purrs gently as travis pulls away the damp towel and throws it into a nearby hamper, then goes right back to softly whimpering as she see’s Travis staring down at her with his arms folded.
She hiccups and sniffles again before finally addressing her daddy.
“W-w-wosie… Heaw speciew-fwien… An’ babbehs… Den’ meanie sky munstahs make woudie noiseie… Wosie haf’ wostes’ scawdies! Nu’ cou’ fin’ babbehs oh’ speciew-fwien! Den’ meanie sky munstah’s num’ Wosie’s pwetty taiw an’ wingie!! Gif Wosie wostes huwties and scawdies!! huuhuu… Nu mean tu’ mak’ bad scawdie poopies en’ pwetty nestie… Huuhuu Wox-”
Roxy suddenly catches and immediately corrects herself, much to the joy of Travis who was ready to swing his ruler once again.
“Wo…sie… am sowwy daddeh… Nu’ mean tu’ be dummeh poopie-fwuffy…”
Travis cocks his head to the side again, his expression now drained back to it’s normal empty look. He simply pulls his phone out without a word, tapping on and swiping over the screen as he pulls up his nanny-cam app. It only took a few seconds to scroll to the timeframe that Roxy was having her nightmare. He holds the screen up to her, replaying the recording of her having her nightmare. Having her nightmare, and calling herself “Roxy.”
She begins to stutter out of fear as the realization slowly dawns on her. She begins shaking and lets out a dry scardie-fart as she watches Travis’s blank expression. Travis simply holds the phone up to Roxy’s face, the audioclips of her calling herself Roxy looping over and over again. All the little fluffy mare could do was sit there in stunned silence, waiting for whatever punishment her daddy was going to give her.
Travis turns his phone off and slides it back into his pocket before gently lifting and carrying Roxy back to her safe room. Thankfully, the mess she made earlier was contained completely in her bed. Travis lets out a relieved sigh that he wont need to scrub the carpets for a third time tonight as he gently place Roxy in front of her food and water bowl. He silently collects the soiled bed, throwing it into a nearby trash-bin before bending down and sitting next to Roxy.
Roxy nums her dry kibble. It tasted different from the kibble daddy gave her before. Dryer, crunchier, blander. She simply eats in silence, occasionally stopping to take a few laps of water before continuing her meal. Travis takes a deep breath, then gently strokes Roxy’s mane.
“Rosie, my little princess, I’m not going to punish you because I can tell you know what you did wrong. Don’t worry about your bed, I’ll pick you up a new one tomorrow first thing. You had a bad dream, it’s okay. Your head is just giving you heart hurties and telling you mean lies. It’s okay, you will get better sweetie. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”
Roxy looks up from her empty bowl, crumbs of dry kibble tangled into the fluff around her snout. She feels her soon-babbehs playing in her tummeh, causing her to let out a content coo. She turns her attention from her tummeh babbehs back up to Travis.
“Buh’ daddeh… Wosie haf’ tummeh babbehs fwom’ speciew-fwien…”*
Travis’s expression furrows slightly before he responds.
“Rosie, daddy already told you. A mean stallion gave you hurties and bad special huggies at the park, remember?”
Roxy’s head begins to gently throb as she tries her best to process Travis’s words. She loved her tummeh babbehs, but her thinkie place was being a meanie to her! How did she know she loved her tummeh babbehs if a meany bad fluffy gave them to her? Are they bad babbehs? Would she be a bad mummah if she had the meanie stallions babbehs?
Her moment of existentialism is interrupted by Travis giving her little horn a tap. She shakes her head and looks back up at her daddy.
"Bu… Wosie… Wuv’ tummeh-babbehs… Am soon-mummah… Bu’ nu wan’ meanie bad babbehs fwom meanie stawwion…Bu’ wosie haf’ sweepie-time pictuwe of speciew-fwien…Bu’ Nu’ haf speciew-fwien…?
Travis sighs and shakes his head before carefully taking Roxy into his arms. He gingerly carries her to his bedroom, placing her down on a small pile of blankets and towels in the corner. He leaves her there, whimpering to herself in her confusion as he changes into his favorite sweats for for bed. He places a small treat and a bowl of water in front of Roxy, giving her a little scratch on the head and flipping off the light switch before retiring to his own bed. He was exhausted and beyond ready to-
“Daddeh…?”
Roxy’s voice quietly called out from the darkness.
Travis sighs.
“Yes my little Rosie?”
He answers back flatly.
“Wosie… Nu’ wike dawkies… Can Wosie sweep wif’ daddeh in daddeh’s big nestie…?”
Travis rolls his eyes and slowly climbs out of bed. He slowly shuffles over to where Roxy sat before grabbing her with both hands and hoisting her onto the foot of his bed. She coo’s and purrs contently.
“Fank ou’ daddeh… Wuv daddeh!”
She says with a big yawn before falling fast asleep.
Travis heaves another big sigh before climbing into bed and wrapping up under his favorite blanket, slowly closing his eyes… Falling…asleep…
“DADDEEEEHHHH!”
Travis’s bloodshot eyes shoot open in an instant. He looks over at the clock on his dresser- 4:13am. He rubs his eyes, bringing the dark room around him into focus.
“What the fu-”
“DADDEHH!! HUUUHUU WOSTES’ SPECIEW’-PWACE HUWTIES!! WOSIE NEE’ MAKE POOPIES!! HUUHUU-”
Travis is still half asleep, the mare’s cries for help taking an extra moment or two to register in his head. A putrid smell begins to permeate the air around his bedroom, finally snapping him back into reality.
“DADDEH!! WOSIE NU’ CAN REACH WITTEW BOX!! HUUHUUU WAI’ SPECIAW-PWACE GIF’ SOON-MUMMAH WOSTES’ HUWTIES?! HUU-”
Roxy falls silent. Travis turns his head and dashes toward the foot of his bed as fast as he can, knowing full well what was about to happen.
“DADDEH!! BIGGES’ POOPIES!!!”
He wasn’t surprised given how bloated Roxy was when he found her, but he didn’t expect her to give birth for a few more days. He decides not to dwell on it as he quickly lifts Roxy and rushes back to the safe room. Looks like Christmas was about to come early this year. All over his face, neck and chest.
-((Edited to fix names of fluffies!))-
