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“Spechow fwend! Yu bak!!”
You twisted your gritted teeth into a smile as you entered your little burrow. “Yus! Wub yu!!”
“Hab guud nummies?” your special friend asked.
“Uh, nu… sowwy…” you couldn’t look at her as you said it.
“Buh… mummah am su hungwy…” she mumbled, tucking your foals deeper into her hot pink fluff.
You are Strong, a red and purple pegasus and you are the worst special friend. You were so bad at finding good nummies. It had been days of sorting through the already rummaged through bits of garbage looking for anything even remotely edible. It had been many bright times since you’d eaten, anything you found went directly to your beloved special friend, Lovely. Even if it was the only still green grass you could find, your foals were more important.
So when you saw the brown fluffy chowing down on her nummies through the fence… you didn’t even think. You squeezed under the chain link and stomped on the ugly fluffy as hard as you could. Why did this horrid creature get good, warm nummies while you and Lovely went hungry? You didn’t mean to kill her, but… you didn’t think anything of it at the time. Once she stopped moving you ran to her bowl, lapping up the warm liquid and chewing the small spongey bits inside. You couldn’t bring it home, so you’d use the energy it gave you to find more nummies! It was the perfect crime!
Or so you thought.
“Wan into nice hooman!” You chirped. “Nice wady! Say she wan’ hab fwuffies tu wib wif hew!”
“Stwong fin’ homesie?!” Lovely gasped. “Nice wawm housie?!”
“Nice wady onwy wan’ wun babbeh.” You said. “Towd Stwong to bwing bestest babbeh.”
“Buh… babbeh nee’ mummah…”
“Stwong knu.” you put a hoof on her shoulder. “Buh’ babbeh hab hooman mummah, nu knu tummy huwties ow cowd dawk-tiem.”
Lovely thought about it for a moment, looking from you to the foals, before nodding slowly. “Mummah nu wan’ babbeh gu buh… wan’ babbeh hab guud wife.”
She uncoiled herself, letting your foals slide off her side and onto the cold nest below her. They began to chirp quietly, and she gave them a few licks to soothe them.
“Cum wif’ daddeh, babbeh.” You reached out for the rose colored unicorn clinging to her siblings.
“Buh yu say bestest!” Lovely protested, nudging the big purple earthie with her hoof. “Yu say puwpow babbeh am bestest!”
“Big babbeh wiww pwotec famwy. Hoomans wike pwetty babbehs bestest.” You replied, biting down on the foals scruff.
“Buh… dat am fabowit babbeh…” Lovely said.
You couldn’t speak around the foal in your mouth, instead looking at her sadly.
After a moment Lovely put her head down, pulling the remaining foals into her fluff once again. “Otay… Wub yu fo’ebah, pwetty babbeh… huuu…”
You left the burrow quickly, your mate’s quiet sobbing making a chorus with the unhappy peeping of the little foal you carried. You didn’t know if this woman was cruel, but how she treated the ugly fluffy gave you hope. Even if she was strict and refused to let your precious daughter have a family, like you’d heard from so many other ferals, she would be cared for. Even if she was denied toys and beds and the precious sketties, she woud be warm and fed. And the lady promised you food as well, so you’d have something to bring back to your mate at least. It just hurt to break up your family, you would miss this little foal. You hoped the lady would let her into the yard so you could visit her as she grew, at least through the fence.
Squeezing yourself back under the fence you carried the pink foal up to where the woman sat on the edge of her porch.
“You actually came back.” she said. “I didn’t think you would.”
You gently set the foal down on the cold concrete, letting her snuggle between your hooves. “Wan’ mowe nummies, tu bwing tu spechow fwend.”
“Well, I cant give you any more of Fawn’s hot chocolate.”
“Wai? Was nummie!!”
You immediately regretted your outburst as the woman’s face took on a harsh expression. “Yeah, good enough for you to kill my sweet little Fawn over.” She stood, and you cowered over your foal as she approached. “Give me the baby and I’ll make your nummies.”
“…Otay.” You took a small step back, your still blind foal chirping in confusion.
The woman picked her up by the scruff, setting her in her cupped hand. “This is your best baby?”
“Am pwettiest babbeh. Am guud babbeh.”
“Pretty. Hm. You know,” She wrapped her hands around the tiny foal, her peeps soothed by the warmth. “Humans and fluffies have different ideas of what makes a pretty fluffy.”
“…Babbeh nu am pwetty?” You asked cautiously.
“No, she’s a nice color, very pretty. But Fawn was pretty too. I really liked her little speckles.”
“Am jus’ poopeh fwuffy.” You replied. “Pink babbeh am pwettiew, am bettah.”
“I’m sure you think so. That’s why you killed her, right?” The lady held up your foal, her tiny head peeking out of her closed fist.
“…Fwuffy jus’ wan’ nummies. She nu wan’ gib.” You mumbled.
“Mm.” The lady said. Your foal began to peep again, distressed and struggling in the lady’s grasp. “See, I don’t believe you.”
“Uhm… nice wady, babbeh nu wike…”
“Fawn was the kindest fluffy I’d ever seen.” The lady continued talking, staring down at your baby in her hands. “She often tried to share her snacks with squirrels and birds, I knew it was only a matter of time until she was passing them through the fence to the ferals.”
You tentatively waddled over to her, tapping your hoof against her leg. “Nice wady, babbeh hab huwties!”
She ignored both you and the foal, continuing to speak. “If you had asked, she would have happily brought the hot cocoa to you. She probably would have even asked me to bring you some food for your special friend.”
“Pwease! Nu huwt babbeh, am guud babbeh!!” You shouted, stomping on her foot with all your might.
“She is, isnt she?” The lady relaxed her grip, and you sighed in relief.
“Tankoo, babbeh am-”
“So was Fawn.”
snap!
The tiny crack seemed to echo around the frost covered yard as she snapped the foal’s neck. You watched in horror as she dangled the tiny foal by one hind leg, letting her flop unnaturally around as she smiled.
“There, now we’re even.”
Your beautiful little foal. Dead at this horrible human’s hands. And you delivered her to her end yourself, held her in your own teeth, picked her from her siblings despite Lovely’s protests. You could hear a similar crack come from your own heart as she showed you what remained of your foal.
You snapped out of your stupor as she took a step towards you, spinning around to dart through the gap in the fence. A sharp pain in your rear stopped you, and you looked back to see her boot pressed firmly on your tail.
“Pwease, Stwong jus’ gu, nu bothew nice wady anymowe…”
“Oh, but you haven’t gotten your nummies yet!” she said with a wicked smile.
It took a second for you to understand her meaning, the only thing she had in her hands was what remained of your foal.
“NU! NU PWEASE!”
“Spechow fwend!” Lovely chirped, sitting by the entrance of the burrow. “Was wowwied! Nu see spechow fwend fo’ so many fowebahs, an’ dawk tiems cum, an-” She cut herself off as you limped up to her. “Wha’… wha’ happen??”
You looked into her innocent eyes, trying to steel yourself. “Had tu fight… munstah…”
“Am babbeh otay?!”
You nodded slowly, choking back tears. “Babbeh am wif’ nyu mummah nao, munstah faw ‘way.”
“Yay!” She wrapped her hooves around you in a tight hug, making your stomach churn. “Mummah miss babbeh wots and wots, buh happeh babbeh hab nice mummah!”
“Mh-hm.” You tried to wriggle out of her grasp as your stomach turned. “Babbeh happeh.”
Lovely only gripped you tighter. “Did nice wady gib babbeh nice namesie?”
“Daddeh… nu knu…” You swallowed heavily as the bile rose in the back of your mouth.
“Aww, hoomans gib bestest namesies…” To your relief, Lovely released you. “Babbehs am cowd, time fo’ snuggles?”
You nodded. “Daddeh nee’… maek poopies fiwst.”
“Lovewy cum wif, am dawk.”
“Nu! Nu, am tuu dangewous-”
“Nu, twu fwuffies am stwongew dan wun!” She said happily, wrapping a hoof around your mid section once again.
You could resist your stomach no longer. With a loud groan you vomited, bile tinged with blood and chocolate spewing out of you and carrying the dismembered parts of your pink foal with it. Your stomach cramped painfully, twisting your innards forcefully as it released the evidence of your sins.
When it was over you lay in the pile, sobbing into your hooves as you retched.
“Am… am dat babbeh…?” Lovely asked quietly.
“Huu… wady am munstah… am wowstest daddeh…” You moaned.
A sharp blow to the back of your head made you yelp.
“WAI NUM BABBEH?! WAI?! AM PWETTY BABBEH! AM GUUD BABBEH!!!” she screamed between blows.
“Huu… Spechow fwend pwease!”
“HATECHU! HATECHU!! YU AM MUNSTAH, NU AM SPECHOW FWEND AM MUNSTAH!!”
You didn’t resist her attack, knowing you deserved it.
You really were the worst special friend.