Millie let out a long sigh as she slouched on her sofa in her living room. She was having quite a tough day today. A vendor had suddenly announced an increase in their monthly rates for warehouse fulfillment services and her forwarder had made a vague mention of long transit delays due to flight availability. To top it off, her sales team had brought up numerous customer complaints about price increase and slow delivery times, no doubt only going to increase with these new issues…And to think, it was just lunch time.
Millie let out another long, frustrated sigh as the microwave hummed softly. She thought about calling someone and just venting. Hanny, Lize, Grem grem or Bebe, just message one of them and see if they might be free to chat, but she found herself interrupted by the sound of rhythmic light tapping, coming from the front door. Like soft hooves against a hardwood door.
“Dummeh doow! Wet Smawty into nyu housie”
Millie looked at the front door with disbelief.
“No freaking way,” she uttered to herself.
The tapping repeated, but Millie remained reclined on her couch. Her therapist had advised her to avoid negative interaction situations with Fluffies and this certainly looked like the start of a negative interaction situation. She hoped that the Smarty would just give up.
tap tap tap
“Dummeh doow nu heaw Smawty!? Smawty wan sketti n toysie!”
tap tap tap
Millie closed her eyes and remained silent. If she didn’t say anything, the Smarty was bound to get bored and go away, right? She just had to be patient.
tap tap tap
“Dummeh doow, wet Smawty in o Smawty gib doow worstest poopies!”
tap tap tap
Millie opened her eyes. There was no way, right? Would it really defecate on her front door? Just because an inanimate object gave her no response? There was no way it could be that stu… No. There was a 100% chance that it would follow through and defecate on the door, and with her luck it would probably be the nastiest, smelliest pile of vile liquid brown stain in the world. This might have been a negative interaction situation, but it also felt like a mandatory interaction situation.
“Don’t you dare shit on my door!” Millie shouted as she got off her ass.
She briskly walked to the front door and swung it wide open. She was expecting to see a Smarty in full pout, but was greeted by the sight of a Fluffy looking somewhat terrified atop a puddle of its own vile waste, ruining her nice clean front porch.
“Goddamit” Millie cursed softly.
She looked at the Smarty with disdain and watched as his nervousness turned to irritation. With his eyes of fear turning into eyes wrought with anger, his cheeks began to puff round and red and he began to stomp his hoof repeatedly on the her porch.
“Dummeh wady gib Smawty scawdies!” The Smarty exclaimed “Gib sketti, nyu housies n toysies! Gib Smawty n hewd wite NAO!”
Millie clicked her tongue in annoyance. The Smarty’s demanding attitude felt all the more irritating on this particular day, and already she felt the urge to rip and tear until it was done. She turned to the herd. Six full grown, seven if Smarty was included, and eight foals. One of these Fluffies caught her eye. A mare. Beige fur. Blonde mane & tail. A pair of tiny wings. Such a familiar design. Curiosity would have Millie wanting to find out more.
She nudged the Smarty aside with her foot, receiving a high pitched screech for her actions, but nothing more, then she approached the nervous mare and crouched down.
“Hello. What’s your name?” Millie asked with a polite smile.
“Namesie am Custawd!” The Fluffy replied “Wady am nice wady?”
“Some people call me a nice lady. Tell me, are you a mother?”
Custard suddenly grinned widely.
“Am bestest mummah! Hab bestest babbeh!”
Custard picked up a foal, proudly showing off her Bestest babbeh. It was a chubby foal that almost looked the same as her. Same fur color. Same color for the mane & tail. Two tiny wings. Another familiar sight. One that reminded her of darker times, and she turned her attention to two other foals clinging to Custard’s legs. One a healthy looking bright blue foal, the other a miserable, malnourished foal with brown fur. She had a pretty good idea of Custard’s life story, but she needed to confirm it.
“Hey Custard, am I right in thinking that you used to have either a human mummy or daddy?”
Custard looked shocked, but quickly nodded with agreement.
“Hao nice wady kno?! Custawd hab hooman mummah!”
This simmering feeling. A growing fire.
“And I bet you wanted babies, but your mummy didn’t let you, right?”
Again Custard looked amazed, staring at her with this obnoxious agape mouth.
“W… Hao!? Nice wady am wite! Mummah am meanie dummeh n nu wet Custawd hab babbehs! Babbehs mak ebeting bettah, bu mummah am dummeh dat dun undewstan.”
This boiling feeling. This urge to do violently, vengeful harm.
“So I guess you ran away, right?”
Once again Custard looked astounded and nodded energetically. The idiotic pig pony looked at her as though she was some sort of soothsayer.
“Yus! Yus! Nice wady am wite! Custawd wun way caw meanie dummeh mummah nu wet Custawd hab babbehs. Hao nice wady kno aww dis!?”
When was the last time she abused a Fluffy? Not for a while. Therapist orders. She had gone a couple of months without harming a single Fluffy, yet it was hard to resist, what with this raw seething anger, but she maintained her calm as she noticed the other Fluffies gather around her. All of them looked at her with awe as though she was the messiah, but one quickly demanded all the attention.
“WAI DUMMEH WADY GIB SMAWTY IGNOW SMAWTY!?!”
Millie turned back to the Smarty. The bright yellow Fluffy stomping his hooves angrily on the grass with cheeks so puffed they looked like they were about to burst. It was… amusing. Just enough to forget the anger and Millie couldn’t help but smile. A sweet, lovely smile, filled to the brim with twisted, malicious intent.
“Would you little darlings like to see some human magic?” She suddenly asked.
“Hooman mahgick? Wa… SMAWTY N HEWD NU WAN DUMMEH MAHGICK! WAN SKETTI N TOYSIES N NYU HOUSIE!”
“But you see my human magic can give you all that. It can even bring you to skettiland!”
Hook line and sinker. The herd looks at her with astonishment. Even the Smarty looked amazed, and they all remained speechless as Millie walked over to a box at the porch. A box full of extra durable biowaste disposal bags. She aired one of this bags in front of them, placing it on the ground and opening it wide, so they could walk inside. The herd looked at her with reasonable confusion, and Millie gave them a smile.
“Wewwe am sketti?”
“N toysies?”
“Nyu housie?”
“It’s all in there” Millie replied as she pointed to the inside of the bag.
The Smarty stepped forward and stomped his hooves onto the ground.
“DUMMEH HOOMAN! Smawty nu see sketti n toysies n nyu housies!”
“Ah but that’s human magic for you. We can hide things in plain sight. Once the whole herd goes in, then you’ll go on a magical journey. You’ll soar through the clouds, travel through a world of all the prettiest colors and find yourselves at Skettiland, an endless land of sketti, brand new toys and all the mummahs and daddehs to give you huggies n wuv.”
She knew all the keywords to say to entice these hedonic creatures. They all began rushing into the bag, even going so far as to shove each other aside in a bid to enter first. One caught her attention: Custard, trying so desperately to push to the front, with her Bestest babbeh on her back and her two other foals left behind. Millie poked the mare on the side, grabbing its attention.
“Nice wady?”
“Hey Custard, can I talk to you first?”
“Tawkies? Bu Custawd wan sketti, nyu toysies n housie nao. Talkies watew?”
“Oh? Okay I was going to ask if I could be your mummah, but fine I guess not?”
Custard looked at her with surprise before suddenly rushing over and hugging her leg.
“Nu! Nu! Custawd wan nice wady tu be mummah! Mumamh gib Custawd n babbehs sketti, nyu toysie n nyu sabe woom?”
Some of the other Fluffies had overheard this and had begun to crawl out of the bag.
“Nu faiw! Pwease nice wady be Mummah fo Weafy n babbehs tu?”
“Biwwy as weww! Pwease!”
Millie nodded “Okay. Let’s have a test, I only want good Fluffies and good Fluffies do what they are told. I want you all to stay inside the bag and wait for me to return. I am just going to bring Custard and her foal inside, okay?”
There was some whining and complaints, but the Fluffies did not dispute and Millie turned back to Custard.
“Okay time to bring you inside, Custard. Now since I have two hands, I can only carry you and one foal, so choose which foal you want to go with you into my house first.”
“Bestest babbeh!” Custard replied without a hint of hesitation.
Millie smirked. One filled with disgust as picked up Custard and her Bestest babbeh. The other two foals made low distressed whine, but did not say much as Millie brought Custard and Bestest inside. Millie herself was quiet, as the Fluffy mother and her child giggled merrily about such good fortunes, or perhaps a just reward for a runaway who defied her owner to pursue her desire for spawn, two of which seemed lesser to one.
“Wuv nyu mummah” Custard suddenly uttered, hugging Millie’s arm gently whilst making a soft coo-ing noise.
Bestest babbeh joined in to “Wub nyu mummah! Wub! Wub!”
Millie stared at the two with cold, revolted eyes, then smiled.
“Awww how adorable. How about I give you two new names to celebrate your new life with your new owner?”
“Nyu namesie!? Wan! Wan!”
“Pwease gib bestest babbeh nyu namesie! Pwease!:
Millie chuckled. A fake, dry laugh which did little to hide her disgust, but the idiotic mother and her foolish spawn were far too stupid to realize, and both had big grins as she placed them on her kitchen counter.
“Okay then. Custard, your new name is Uphie, and Bestest, your new name is Uphie junior.”
“Uwpee? Uw… Pee… Uw… Pee…. Uwpee! Uwpee! UWPEE! Wub! Wub! Wub nyu namesie, n wub babbeh nyu namesie! Uwpee! Uwpee!”
“He he he Uwpee Juniow wub nyu namesie tu Mummah!”
The two began to celebrate their new names. Uphie was sat on her bottom raising her fore legs up in the air with joy, whilst Uphie Junior did some sort of dance.
“Can Uwpee hab sketties nao?”
“Mummah num sketties fo bestest miwkies!”
“Oh? What about your two other babies, you don’t want me to bring them in first?”
Uphie looked surprised, as though she had forgotten about them, whilst Uphie Junior began to pout angrily.
“Dun cawe bout dummeh bwuddah n sistah! Gib Mummah sketties su Mummah gib Uwpee Juniow bestest miwkies nao!”
“Babbeh! Nu gib nyu mummah shouties… Nyu mummah, can Uwpee hab sketti fiwst su Uwpee Juniow can hab bestest miwkies, den bwing oddah tu babbehs tu Uwpee?”
Uphie was doing that thing where she tilted her head to the side cutely. Intentionally use of her charm to manipulate someone into doing what she wanted. Just like the real thing, and Uphie Junior was acting like quite the brat, just like the real Uphie back then.
“What an utterly detestable duo,” Millie uttered calmly.
Uphie and Uphie junior looked at her with confusion.
“Wat am nyu mummah tawkies bout?”
“Oh nothing important you imbecilic sack of waste.”
Again Uphie and Uphie junior looked at her with confusion and Millie made a small smile.
“I have a question, Uphie.”
“Qweston?”
“Yeah. You ran away because your mummy wouldn’t let you have babies right?”
“Yus! Dummeh mummah nu wet Cu- Uwpee hab babbehs su Uwpee wun way!”
“So you love babies right?”
“Uwpee wub babbehs!” Uphie declared proudly “Wub bestest babbeh Uwpee juniow!”
“Wub mummah! Wub!”
“But you don’t care about your two babies outside right?”
“W… wat?! Uwpee… uwpee wuv babbehs.”
“Huh? But they’re outside scared and cold, yet you said you want to eat sketti first before I bring them inside. If you love them, wouldn’t bring them inside be more important than sketti?”
Uphie gave her a weird look. A look as though her brain has short circuited from this paradox, but fortunately for her, Uphie Junior came to the rescue.
“Mummah nee sketti tu mak Uwpee Juniow bestest miwkies! Dummeh bwuddah n sistah hab miwkies watew, Uwpee Juniow nee miwkies NAO!”
Uphie nodded with agreement and hugged Millie’s hand.
“Babbeh am wite, pwease nyu mummah. Gib Uwpee skettie fiwst su Uwpee can make bestest miwkies fo babbeh, den nyu mummah can bwing oddah babbehs tu Uwpee.”
Uphie was now batting her eyelids rapidly whilst tilting her head. Such an obvious attempt at using her cuteness to get what she wanted. So obvious that it felt almost revolting and it took all of Millie’s willpower not to grab the rolling pin and smash her head in.
“Okay then. Let me get you some sketti.”
Uphie and Uphie Junior cheered, as Millie got her lunch out of the microwave and put a bowl of sketti inside. It wasn’t the sketti crack. She got rid of that long time ago. Just some normal Fluffy premium sketti. Reserved for the days when Veve and Gwent would visit.
“Sketti! Sketti! Sketti!” Uphie chanted.
“Sketti fo bestest miwkies fo bestest Uwpee Juniow!” Uphie Junior sang in an off tune beat.
They continued this for two whole minutes, until the sketti was finally heated and as the microwave made a quiet ding, Uphie began to squeal in delight.
Millie removed the bowl of sketti and placed it in front of Uphie and the mare wasted no time digging in, devouring the pasta greedily with no thought of dignity nor grace. Uphie Junior merely watched, whilst Millie observed quietly. Such a disgusting creature, consuming with such shameless greed… yet there was this element of cuteness.
Without thinking Millie began to stroke Uphie’s mane gently.
“Enjoying your food, Uphie?” she asked sweetly.
Uphie looked at her with sketti sauce all over her snoot and smiled.
“Wub sketti! Tank yu nyu mummah.”
Millie stopped. A realization of what she was doing. She looked at Uphie and she felt the revulsion.
“That’s nice I guess, too bad about your other two babbehs.”
“W… wat? Wai?”
“Well, think about it. They’re both outside cold and scared, probably wanting huggies and wuv for their mummah who left and their mummah is in my nice warm home stuffing herself with food.”
Uphie once again looked confused. It was clear that she could not understand the point Millie was making, and it was starting to get on Millie’s nerves.
“Uphie, are you able to understand what I’m saying, you stupid sack of shit?”
Uphie looked at her aghast.
“Uw… Uwpee am but dummeh!”
“Okay so you ran away because your mummy wouldn’t let you have babies, right?”
“Wi… wite”
“And you love all your babies, right?”
“Wite… Uwpee wub aww babbehs!”
“How many babies do you have?”
Uphie looked confused, then looked up, clearly deep in thought.
“Uwpee hab wan… n wan… n wan babbeh.”
“So you have three babies. How many are with you right now?”
“W… wan?”
“Where are the other two?”
“Oddah tu babbehs?”
This feeling of irritation. It took all of Millie’s willpower not to smack the mare in the face.
“Yes Uphie,” she replied sarcastically “Where are your other one and one babies?”
Again Uphie looked up, deep in thought, as though she had been asked to explain what was the meaning of life, then she looked at Millie with a confused look.
“Wan n wan babbehs am outsie.”
“So you’re inside this house. This warm safe home with a fresh plate of sketti and milk for one of your babies, but your other two are still outside. They are most likely cold, scared and hungry, and both are outside because you choose sketti over them, and you’re telling me that you love ALL babbehs?”
Again Uphie looked confused, but then her face lit up as though she had finally realized what Millie was saying.
“O! Can mummah bwing oddah babbehs to Uwpee. Uwpee num sketti fo bestest miwikes. Wiww gib miwikies tu bestest Uwpee Juniow, den gib tu oddah tu babbehs.”
Millie chuckled in defeat. It felt like she was talking to the real Uphie. So unbelievably dense that she might as well have been talking to a wall. It was honestly amusing… somewhat, but she felt the irritation quickly coming back as she stood up.
“Okay, continue eating Uphie, you gluttonous swine vermin. I’ll bring the neglected spawns to their worthless excuse of a mother.”
Another obnoxious, confused look from Uphie, but then she smiled.
“Uwpee am bestest mummah!” She proudly announced.
Millie rolled her eyes and noticed Uphie Junior pouting slightly. It really irritated Millie, because it reminded her of something. It reminded her of real Uphie back when she was a foal. The exact same face, because Millie hadn’t given her the food she was in the mood for, or the new toy she had seen on the telly, or the hug she had demanded even though Millie was in the middle… Millie eyed the foal angrily.
“WHAT?!” Millie suddenly shouted
Uphie Junior leapt back in fear and practically crapped herself as she ran back to Uphie.
“Scawy! Scawy! Wai nyu mummah gib woudest shouties!?”
Such obnoxious squeaking and Uphie felt equally obnoxious as she pouted angrily and stomped her hooves on the marble counter.
“Wai nyu mummah gib babbeh shouties!?”
Millie cracked her knuckles and offered Uphie a slap, right across the cheek. A hard, firm slap that made a satisfying crack and sent the annoying mare crashing onto the hard marble. Uphie looked at her with disbelief. This look of betrayal. It was clear that she had absolutely no understanding as to why she had just been assaulted. After all… Uphies were creatures of pure entitlement and narcissism that saw themselves as divine beings who graced everyone with their mere presence.
Millie sneered with annoyance and looked at Uphie Junior, who was shaking quite visibly, but also trying her best to look mean. A wide stance with a puffed out chest and cheeks. Millie glared at the foal coldly and the longer she stared silently, the more nervous Uphie Junior became, until she eventually pissed her in fear.
Millie smirked and placed one finger on top of Uphie Junior’s head, stroking the foal’s mane gently and hearing the soft coo-ing noises of a foal at ease. She followed up with a powerful flick to the snoot. One that sent the foal tumbling onto her back with a loud screech. Millie turned back to Uphie, the mare was still on her side, sobbing gently as she looked at Millie with fear.
“Nu… nu mowe huwties pwease… huu huu huu… nu mowe…”
Millie just sighed and nodded.
“Okay. No more hurties.”
She petted Uphie gently, putting the mare somewhat at ease, and the mare began to make coo-ing noises involuntary, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation.
“Pwe… pwease nu mowe huwties… Uwpee am gud Fwuffy… huu huu… nut fo huwties… Fwuffies am onwy fo… huu huu huggies n wuv.”
Millie nodded and walked away.
“Wewwe nyu mummah gu?”
“To get your two other foals.”
Uphie said nothing further and Millie watched as she scooted up to Uphie Junior to cuddle her sobbing foal, then Millie walked back out to the front yard.
She came out to see that most of the Fluffies had obediently remained in the disposal bag, but one particular Fluffy was outside and stomping his hoof angrily as he gave Millie his angriest pout. The Smarty unsurprisingly.
“Dummeh wady! Wewwe am sketti n toysies n nyu housie! Wady pwomised!”
Millie nodded in agreement.
“Sorry for the delay, get in the bag and I’ll use my magic to bring you all to skettiland.”
The Smarty looked at her in confusion, and looked back at his herd. One of his herd mates stuck their head out of the bag.
“Nice wady be nyu mummah wike Custawd?”
“Sure” Millie replied casually “I’ll be a new mummah to good Fluffies and good Fluffies stay in the bag like I said.”
The Fluffies in the bag began mumbling. Stuff about being good Fluffies and how the bag was small and scary. Noise. Just noise, but Millie noticed that the Smarty remained outside and so did Uphie’s two other foals.
“Wewwe mummah?” Asked the blue foal.
“Nice wady can gib miwkies?” The brown foal asked “Poopie babbeh su hungwy.”
The Smarty quickly demanded attention once again.
“Smawty nu cawe bout be gud Fwuffy, Smawty wan sketti n toysie n nyu housie! Smawty wan wite nao! GIB NAO!”
Millie shrugged, ignoring the Smarty as she walked to a storage chest at the porch. Inside the chest, she got a standard Flufficide spray can and some zip ties. She paused as she felt something soft hitting her leg. Fluffy hooves no doubt. She turned round to see the Smarty glaring at her angrily.
“Wai dummeh wady nu wisten!? Smawty wan sketti, toysie n housie NAO!”
Millie ignored the Smarty and walked back to the trash bag. She could hear him following behind, stomping angrily, as he uttered repetitive complaints and meaningless threats. She looked into the bag, where the obedient Fluffies all looked at her with hopeful eyes.
She moved fast. She grabbed the Smarty by the mane and threw him into the bag as he screamed “Bad Uppsie” and before any of the other Fluffies could react, she picked the disposal bag up and placed it upright, trapping the Fluffies inside.
They screeched and screamed and as she looked inside the bag, they looked at her with hurt eyes filled with disbelief and betrayal. They uttered gibberish noises and generic pleas of mercy. Millie did not respond with words, only actions, pointing the Flufficide into the bag and spraying the Fluffies inside six times, then she closed the bag tight and sealed it with two zip ties.
The bag moved about violently as the Fluffies screamed and squirmed, but they lacked the strength and the coordination to break free. Instead they could only panic and they would continue to do so for a whole minute, but the Flufficide did quick work and eventually they stopped moving. There was only silence.
Millie grunted slightly as she picked up the bag. It was heavy. No surprise as there were six full grown Fluffies and seven foals inside. Correction five foals. Millie noticed that she had forgotten Uphie’s two other children. Lil’ blue and lil’ brown. Millie ignored them as she placed the trash bag next to trash bins, the two themselves remained still, believing that they were well hidden in the middle of the grass yard, clinging to each other tightly with their eyes closed.
Fluffies hugging sure was cute. It certainly looked cute with Veve and Gwent, and Millie picked the two up gently. The blue foal was the first to open its eyes, looking at her with fear in its eyes.
“Nu… nu huwties… am gud babbeh… Pw… pwease nu huwties… hu… huwt dummeh poopie bwuddah.”
The brown foal began to panic.
“Nu! Nu! Am gud poopie babbeh! Nu huwties! Nu huwties!”
Millie looked at the brown foal. The foal was clearly the most neglected by “love all babies” Uphie, and the name was a clear indication that the foal had only suffered in life, but as Millie inspected the foal she noticed its blonde mane and its tiny wings. A brown furred pegasus foal with a blonde mane & tail. Kind of like Prie… How unfortunate.
She began to squeeze the brown foal in her hand. The foal looked at her with fear in its eyes.
“Nu huwties!” It pleaded desperately
Millie squeezed tighter, slowly.
“Nu! Nu! Nu!”
The foal tried to break free, batting away her fingers, as she felt its bones crushing in her hand. It squirmed violently in a desperate attempt to break free.
PIPIPIPIPIPIPIPI
Like a quiet alarm, the foal had lost its ability to speak, only able to make panicked noises in a bid to call for help, but unfortunately no one came to its aid, and the noises were silenced as its organs erupted from both its mouth and anus.
Millie just stared. No amusement. No satisfaction. No disgust. Just nothing. She felt nothing. She had to wonder if that was a good sign, though the anger she felt just from looking at the imitation Uphie would suggest otherwise. Still it was best to finish what was started and Millie discarded the unfortunate brown foal into the trash. She then turned her attention to the blue foal, who looked at her with sheer terror.
“Nu huwties… huuuu… am gud babbeh! Babbeh am onwy fo huggies n wuv… huu huu huu”
“Let’s bring you to your mummy, okay?”
The blue foal looked at her with confusion, but nodded in agreement.
“Wan mummah.”
“Yeah. I bet you want to hug her tight, right?”
“Wan huggies huuu nu wan huwties fwom meanie munstah wady huu huu huu.”
“Too bad your mummy doesn’t love you, right?”
“Wa… wat? Mu… mummah nu wub babbeh? huuuu”
“Yeah, I asked her if she wanted sketti first or for me to bring you and your brother inside, and she wanted sketti first so that she can give your bestest sibling the bestest milkies. I even told her that you and your brother were probably scared, cold and hungry, but she didn’t care and she said that she wanted sketties first.”
The blue foal looked heartbroken, as though everything it had known had come crushing down and it said absolutely nothing as Millie entered her home.
Uphie and Uphie Junior were still on the kitchen counter. The mare giggling happily and clapping her forehooves, as Uphie Junior moved about energetically, performing some sort of dance. Both looked at her with smiles, as though the events that preceded had never occurred, or perhaps believing in their notion that they were loved simply because she had shown them a little bit of kindness. So sure that they had to be loved, because they were Uphie and Uphie was supposedly God’s gift to Humanity. A divine creature in such a fragile form. The poor fools who were “blessed” with her prese-
Millie took a deep breath and calmed down, as Uphie looked at her and the blue foal in hand. Millie handed Uphie her second child, and Uphie giggled as she nuzzled her foal, but her foal looked quiet and Millie pointed at the finished bowl of sketti.
“See blue, your mummy asked for sketti first, and only after she got all the sketti and gave your bestest sibling the bestest milkies, did she ask for you to come in.”
The blue foal looked at her, then looked at the bowl, she could see it tearing up.
“Mummah nu wub babbeh!? huuuuuuuuuuuuu”
Uphie looked confused.
“Wa bwue babbeh tawkies botu!?”
“Huuuuuuuu Mummah nu cawe bout babbeh huuuuu Onwy wan sketti fiwst!”
“Wa!? Nu! Mummah cawe bout babbeh, jus wan sketti fiwst caw nee mak bestest miwkies fo bestest babbeh!”
“Huuuuuuu huuuu Babbeh hab worstest scawdies caw o munstah wady, but mummah nu sabe babbeh, onwy num sketties huuu huuuu”
“Wow Uphie, I thought you said you loved ALL babies, but just as I thought you only loved Uphie Junior. What a liar, you’re a BAD mummah.”
Uphie looked panicked and she shook her head violently.
“Uwpee nu am wiaw! Am gud Mummah! Wub aww babbehs!”
Millie turned to the blue foal.
“You think your mummah loves you, even though she left you with the meanie munstah and ate sketti?”
The blue foal began to bat its tiny hooves on Uphie and shook its head aggressively.
“Nu! Mummah nu wub babbeh! Am meanie! Meanie mummah!”
“Wat!? Dummeh babbeh! Mummah wub aww babbehs!”
“Wai dummeh mummah nu sabe babbeh fwom meanie munstah! Onwy num sketti!”
“Dummeh mummah!? Dummeh dummeh babbeh! Mummah nee num sketti fo bestest miwkies fo bestest babbeh!”
“Wa!? Bu… bu… Babbeh… BABBEH HATECHU! HATECHU DUMMEH MUMMAH!”
Uphie looked horrified. Her conceited mind seemingly incapable of the notion that someone hated her. Meanwhile, baby blue was having quite a reasonable crashout. It had pushed itself free from Uphie and was now stomping its hooves on the marble counter, pulling a typical Fluffy tantrum. It was time to fan those flames.
“Wow Uphie, this doesn’t sound like a mummah who loves all babbehs. Seems you’re a liar and a terrible mummy.”
“Wa!? Nu! Nu! Uwpee nut wiaw, am bestest mummah!”
“BABBEH HATECHU! HATECHU!”
“Wa… SHADDAP DUMMEH BABBEH!”
“BABBEH HATECHU DUMMEH MUMMAH!”
“SHADDAP DUMMEH BABBEH!”
“HATECHU! HATECHU!”
“SHADDAP!”
“HATECHU!”
“UWPEE HATECHU!”
“Woah Uphie, you hate your baby? I thought you said you loved ALL babies?”
“Wa!? Nu-”
“HATECHU MUMMAH! HATECHU!”
“UWPEE HA… whine”
“BABBEH HATECHU! HATECHU!”
“UWPEE HA… whine”
“HATECHU! HATECHU!”
It was at this point that Uphie lost all patience and as expected she would resort to violence.
“DUMMEH BABBEH! UWPEE GIB WORSTEST HUWTIES!”
Before blue babbeh could react, Uphie got on her hind legs then came crashing down on the blue foal with her forelegs, crushing the foal with her full weight. The foal didn’t even have time to scream. It was dead from the first stomp, but Uphie continued to crush it with her hooves, muttering “hatechu” with every stomp, until all that was left was a puddle of guts, gore and limbs. Millie just stared silently, and waited for the mare to finish. Eventually Uphie got all the anger out of her system and as she looked at Millie, Uphie held her head up high.
“Uwpee am gud mummah!” The mare proudly declared
Millie looked at Uphie’s blood stained hooves. This should have been disconcerting, but honestly real Uphie was exactly the same. This was the expected behavior of Uphie… This was all completely within the expectations.
“I see” Millie replied calmly, “Killing your baby is good mummy behavior?”
Uphie looked confused, and only seemed to realize what Millie was getting at, as she stared at the viscera beneath her. For a second the mare was quiet, then she looked back at Millie.
“Dat am dummeh babbeh, sa hatechu mummah,” Uphie replied in a matter-of-fact tone “Uwpee nu cawe bout dat babbeh.”
Millie was tempted to further the argument, but she already knew the conclusion. There was no guilt in her eyes. No hesitation in her voice. It was near impossible to argue with an Uphie, for her conviction knew her to be right, and she was either too stupid or too arrogant to ever think otherwise. A pointless waste of time and effort. It was just better to move on to the abuse, but first preparation.
“Let me clean this mess up.”
Millie grabbed some paper towels and disinfectant alcohol and cleaned up the crushed corpse, then she cleaned the mare’s bloodied hooves. Uphie giggled gleefully, as Uphie Junior looked at the sink curiously. It seemed Uphie Junior was completely unphased about the death of her sibling. Unsurprising, as it was an Uphie and Uphies were all about Uphie, Uphie and Uphie.
Millie approached silently and stared at Uphie, the mare looking at her curiously with her head tilted slightly in a cute manner, as she batted her eyes.
“How did I ever think that you were better than Lize?” Millie asked aloud.
Uphie looked at her with confusion.
“Wat nyu mummah tawkies bout?”
“Nothing. Oh, what’s that thing I’m supposed to say before I pick you up? Ah right, uppsies?”
Uphie’s face lit up like a kid when they heard the ice cream truck.
“Uppsies?! Wan uppsies! Wan uppsies!”
Millie put on her best fake smile as she picked up Uphie gently. The wretched mare coo-ing and cuddling under her grasp. Uphie Junior also seemed to have no qualms being held by Millie. Neither showing even the slight hesitation of being held by the one that attacked no longer than ten minutes ago, but that was to be expected, after all Uphies always did have this notion of unreasonable self-importance, as though it was natural for everyone to love them. Adore them. Revere them. Such was their significance.
It was Millie’s duty to educate them.
Through the kitchen and out the back door. The backyard was a lovely sight. The beautiful garden Millie had been working had produced flowers of dazzling colors, catching the interest of both Uphie and Uphie Junior.
“Su many pwetty cowows! Uwpee wan wookies mowe.”
“Wan wook! Wan wook!” Uphie Junior added.
Millie ignored them. The innocent babblings of psychopathic frauds. Instead, she approached the compost bin and opened the lid. The acrid scent of rot and waste. The Fluffies in hand. This familiar feeling. This sense that what she was doing was wrong yet right, but it quickly came to pass as Millie noticed Uphie and Uphie Junior giving her these obnoxious faces of confusion and discomfort, both covering their nostrils with their hooves.
“Wai nyu mummah bwing Uwpee n babbeh tu nu smeww pwetty boxie? Nu wike.”
“Nu wike nu smeww pwetty boxie! Wan wook pwetty cowows gainsie!” Uphie Junior screamed.
Millie suddenly grinned. An evil grin filled with darkened desires and she suddenly dropped Uphie into the compost bin.
“Wa-SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE-oof… HUWTIES! WAI NYU MUMMAH DWOP UWPEE IN NU SMEWW PWETTY BOXIES!?”
Millie remained silent, dangling Uphie Junior above the mare, holding her foal by the mane.
“BAD UPPSIES! BAD UPPSIES!” Uphie Junior screeched.
Millie continued to dangle Uphie Junior above Uphie, far above reach, then without warning she flicked Uphie Junior on the snout.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The foal wriggled and writhed about, whilst Millie maintained a tight grip on her mane, meanwhile Uphie had begun to panic, standing on her hind legs to try and reach her foal, but failing miserably.
“NU GIB HUWTIES TU BABBEH NYU MUMMAH! BABBEHS AM ONWY FO HUGGIES N WUV! NUT HUWTIES!”
Millie responded by flicking Uphie Junior’s snout again.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
“NU HUWTIES!” Uphie screamed.
“Come on Uphie, come grab your baby back from this meanie munstah wady.”
Uphie began to jump, trying desperately to reach for Uphie Junior, but failing miserably with the mare much too low to make it. Millie responded by changing her grip. A tighter hold over the foal, and with her free hand… A satisfying punch to Uphie Junior’s dumb, ugly face.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
“STAPH! STAPH!” Uphie screamed with all her might “NU HUWT BABBEH!”
“Come on Uphie, why aren’t you saving Uphie Junior? You have wings, can’t you fly and save your baby?”
Uphie looked at Millie with confusion, then as she turned her back she realized that she was right. The mare began to flutter her wings desperately.
“Pwease wingies! Hewp Uwpee tu fwy n sabe bestest babbeh!”
Uphie’s wings fluttered and the mare herself jumped about in a frantic attempt to fly, but as always the effort was utterly useless and Millie turned to Uphie Junior. The foal sobbing silently as she curled up slightly.
“Wow Uphie Junior, I don’t think your mummah wants to save you, look at her jumping about. She has wings, so I don’t know why, she doesn’t save you already.”
Uphie Junior looked down and began to sob more hideously.
“WAI MUMMAH NU SABE BABBEH!? NU WUB BABBEH!?”
This in turn made Uphie all the more panicked. The mare had begun jumping all the more frantically, but all of it was wasted effort and eventually Uphie slipped and landed on her side.
“MUMMAH SABE BABBEH!” Uphie Junior screamed.
Uphie looked at her foal hopelessly. The mare was breathing heavily and struggling to get upright.
“So… huff huff sowwi babbeh… Uwpee huff huff twy tu sabe babbeh huff huff”
“Wow Uphie Junior, I don’t think your mummy loves you. She’d rather lie down and rest, rather than save you from the meanie munstah lady.”
Uphie Junior looked at her with disbelief, then began to flail angrily.
“MUMMAH NU CAWE!? WAI NU CAWE!? NU WUB BABBEH!? UWPEE JUNIOW HATECHU! HATECHU!”
Uphie looked heartbroken. Of course she would, forsaken by her favored spawn. Her replica. Millie turned to Uphie Junior, the foals still flailing angrily.
“Uphie Junior” Millie uttered sternly.
The foal suddenly stopped moving and looked at her with fear.
“Choose” Millie replied “Who should get hurties? You or your mummah?”
Uphie Junior looked at her in confusion, then up in ponder, then chose exactly as expected.
“Mummah get huwties! Uwpee Juniow am onwy babbeh! Babbeh nu fo huwties!”
Uphie looked horrified. The mare was utterly speechless, as Millie dropped Uphie Junior into the compost bin. Then Millie picked Uphie back up by the mane, the mare screeching “Bad Uppsie!” as she was lifted high up.
Millie changed her grip, firmly holding the mare tight, then with her free hand she buried her fist deep into the fatty flesh of the slovenly mare.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Millie released her fist and laid her palm flat on the mare’s belly, and she began to push.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Pfbttt
A sickly wet fart, followed by a torrent of dark brown & dark yellow. Uphie expelled a filthy sludge of excrement into the compost bin, and Millie watched as foul slush poured down upon Uphie Junior. The foal tried to scream, but some of this vile mess poured in its mouth, and rather than run away the foal foolishly remained still, allowing herself to be buried in Uphie’s mess. This only motivated Millie to push Uphie further, pressing her palm so deeply into the mare that she could feel Uphie’s rib, and expelling even more waste.
Pffbttttt
Another loud wet fart signalled the end of the torrent. Uphie’s tank had run empty and the mare had stopped screeching, her throat now hoarse and scratchy. Millie placed the mare back on the ground and watched as she curled up in a ball. Tail tucked between her legs as she sobbed softly about “worstest huwties” and “nee huggies”.
Millie ignored her and looked back into the compost pit. Specifically the thick pile of urine covered dung that covered Uphie Junior. The only sign that the foal was still under all this mess was the tip of her tail, peeking out from under a large turd, but there was no movement. No indication of life. Millie continued staring, ignoring the unpleasant smell as she listened for crying or cursing or other signs of life, but the only thing she could hear was Uphie sobbing as she whined about hurties and a lack of hugs. It would seem that Uphie Junior had perished. Cause of death: suffocation by excrement.
Millie shrugged and closed the compost lid, then she looked back down at Uphie. The pathetic mare was still curled up in a ball, sobbing gently. Pleading for sympathy. Typical behavior of an Uphie. Somehow feeling she was deserving of such… After all she had done.
This feeling of bitterness. Millie nudged Uphie slightly and the mare began to violently tremble, clinging to her tail tighter.
“Nu huwties. Nu huwties,” Uphie muttered quietly.
Millie just shrugged and went back inside the house. She washed her hands thoroughly, then got her lunch from the counter. She then went back out onto the backyard. Sitting on the porch, she slowly ate her meal whilst watching Uphie whimper in her curled up form. She offered neither comfort nor abuse, simply watching and waiting as the mare continued to sob gently. This would go on for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of the mare just sobbing and comforting herself, but eventually she realized that nothing was happening.
Uncurling herself, Uphie got back on her hooves and looked around in confusion. The mare looked left and right dramatically, but with her back turned to Millie, the idiotic mare did not notice her silently eating her meal on the porch, and Millie shook her head in contempt as Uphie sighed in relief.
“Meanie munstah wady gu way!? Hehehe Uwpee gib munstah wady worstest scawdies!”
The idiotic mare hopped about in celebration, but practically froze, when she finally saw Millie. Millie didn’t say anything. She just continued eating, looking at Uphie with cold eyes as Uphie remained paralyzed with fear. Millie kept this up for five minutes. For those five minutes, Uphie just stared. She did not look away. She did not attempt to run. She didn’t even attempt to move. The spineless twit merely stared and shook, for the whole five minutes, and only when Millie stood up, did Uphie finally move.
“Nu huwties!” Uphie screamed, as she covered her eyes with her hooves.
Millie didn’t respond. She went back inside the house and placed her plate in the sink. Washing her the dishes, she contemplated her next move in silence. She then turned to her living room to scan for potential objects to use as her next move.
A tennis racket. Smack the Uphie high in the air and against the fence. Nah, Uphie was too big. She should’ve used that on Uphie Junior, honestly.
A vacuum cleaner. It was loud. Definitely get a scare out of Uphie, but that would require bringing the filthy Shit rat back into the house and allowing her to run free, potentially making more mess.
A walking stick. Good for poking. Good for prodding. Good for smacking. Yet the stick looked flimsy. She figured it would break if she applied a little too much force.
Something caught her eye. Atop the fireplace, which hadn’t seen use in over a decade, a rusty metal stick. A fire poker. Millie held it in her and stared at it silently. Heavy. Menacing. Dependable. This feeling that what she was held in her hand was more than just to stoke a fire. This feeling that what she held in her hand was the perfect instrument to impart vengeful righteousness harm. She gripped the tool tighter and walked out of the house. This feeling of cold rage, slowly consuming her.
She would return back to the backyard to find Uphie hiding in a bush. In typical Fluffy fashion, Uphie was hidden under the idiotic principle that if she couldn’t see anyone, then no one could see her, top up with her complete lack of self awareness, and Uphie was hidden with her gross, flabby ass sticking out, stupidly muttering “Munstah nu see Uwpee” over and over.
Millie walked up the mare. Not quietly nor carefully. Just casually. She walked up to Uphie and stared silently for a few seconds, wondering if the repugnant rat would notice her presence, but as expected, utterly useless Uphie was completely oblivious to the danger standing right next to her, and Millie waited a few more seconds, watching the mare tremble, before stabbing the fire poker into her rear end. Stabbing hard enough to draw blood.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Uphie would once again defecate in fear and Millie sneered slightly, as the mare tried to scramble deeper into the bush.
“MUNSTAH NU SEE UWPEE! MUNSTAH NU SEE UWPEE!”
Millie sighed and once again poked Uphie’s exposed rear end. More blood. More screams. More pathetic sights as Uphie tried to yet again dig herself deeper into the bush, yet failed to even move an inch, most likely because the branches were blocking her way. Millie scoffed slightly and reached for Uphie’s tail. She forcefully yanked Uphie out of the bush and sent the mare flying a good few inches up in the air.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-Owwies
Uphie landed on her side and tried to scramble to her hooves, but her stubby form made it difficult, so the mare could only struggle.
“Huuuuu Pwease weggies! Hewp Uwpee wun way! huu huu huu Nu wan mowe huwties huuu huu huuuuu”
Millie walked slowly towards Uphie.
“NU WAN MOWE HUWTIES! NU WAN MOWE HUWTIES!” Uphie screamed “GU WAY! GU WAY!”
Millie squatted in front of the putrid pig pony and gave her a cold, dark look.
“Stop me from giving you hurties.”
“GU WAY! NU WAN HUWTIES! GU WAY! GU WAY!”
“Did you not hear me? Stop me from giving you hurties.”
‘Huuuuu HEWP! HEWP! SABE UWPEE! NEE HEWP FWOM MUNSTAH WADY! huuu huuu huuuuu”
Millie just looked at Uphie silently. She raised the fire poker up in the air, prompting the mare to make another blood curdling scream.
This time Millie stabbed a cheek, the fire poker penetrating will a bloody strike.
Uphie flailed and screeched, as Millie ripped the metal tool away, taking away chunks of flesh as the blimming bio-toy continued to writhe and scream.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Millie raised the fire poker up in the air, and Uphie instinctively tried to cover her face with her hooves.
“NU HUWTIES! NUWTIES!”
Millie responded with a stab to the side, piercing the ribs.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Uphie shook about violently, as Millie pulled the fire poker out, taking more chunks of flesh. The mare had managed to get on her feet, and tried to run away with all her might.
“HUUUUUU NU HUWTIES! NU HUWTIES! HUUUU HUUU HUUUUUU”
It was clear that Uphie was putting all her might into fleeing, yet it took no more than two steps for Millie to catch up and she stabbed the fire poker onto Uphie’s back.
SCRE-hack hack cough
Uphie collapsed on the floor. Belly on the ground, legs out stretched.
“Huuuu huuu huuuu Nu mowe huuuuu huwties huu huu huu Nu mowe huwties huuuu”
Millie crouched down next to Uphie and the mare eyed her with tearful eyes. She was giving a look. The kind designed to evoke sympathy… Careful artificial calculation intended to manipulate and control. An Uphie’s greatest tool, to those unaware. However, Millie had grown wise to such tactics and responded by stabbing the mare in the back again.
Screee-cough cough… Huuuuuu “Nu… huwties” Uphie said in a raspy voice.
Millie stared back coldly and responded by smacking the mare hard with the fire poker.
CRUNCH
A sickening noise as the metal stick crashed against a leg, breaking the bone.
Huuuuuuu huuuu huuuu
There was no amusement. No sadistic arousal. Not even anger. Just this empty feeling and as Millie stared at this imitation, she felt shame.
“I… I…”
Uphie turned back to her with sobbing eyes.
“Pw… pwease nyu mummah… huuu huuuu… Uwpee nu kno wat du wong huuuuu bu… bu Uwpee sowwi… huuuuu”
This feeling of annoyance. Not at Uphie, but at herself.
“What am I doing?”
She could not go back to those days. Not again. She could not put Lize, Grem grem, Hanny, and all her friends through that again. Never again.
“Nu mowe huwties pwease huu huu huuu Pwease”
Millie didn’t say a word. She picked up the sobbing mare and walked up to the compost bin and before Uphie even had time to react, she opened the lid, dropped the mare and closed the lid. She walked away to the sound of Uphie screaming about “Nu smeww pwetty” and “Nu wike dawkies”, but she had other things in her mind.
Walking into her home office, she walked up to a particular wardrobe and opened it wide. Inside the real Uphie. Still dollified. Millie raised a hand.
SMACK
A firm slap to the cheek. The real Uphie responded with violent trashing. Silent yet her frenzied movements signalled such searing pain.
Millie didn’t say a word. Yet her mind was screaming.
She could not go back to those days.
She could not risk losing everything again.
She could not keep this thing around.
Millie reached for real Uphie’s mane with the intent of killing and discarding the mare, but then she stopped. She sighed softly and closed the wardrobe door.
“It’s hard to just forget these feelings, huh?”
