Loneliness Part 2
The little foal had not moved an inch from his stuffy friend. Clutching it tight in huggies, afraid it too would leave if he didnt.
“huuu… huu why weave babbeh? huu… so hungy… so scawey”
The terrified little foal had streaked his fur in tears. If he could tell time, he would know it had only been 15 minutes. However 15 minutes was a full 10 minutes longer than the longest he had ever been consciously alone. A terrible theory popped into his head.
“…mummah an bruddahs no wub babbeh no mowe?.. dat wai no milkies or wub?.. huuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUU HUU HUU”
The thought was almost too much to bear. cheep peep chirp peep At that moment his emotions reached critical mass and he made scardy poopies and peepees which mostly landed on the back half of his stuff friend. His eyes went wide with shock, and then guilt. He just accidentally gave his only companion sorry poopies!
“huu, huu, stuffy frien no smeww pretty! babbeh no mean to be bad. huu huu. nee mummah for licky-clea…”
and then he remembered his mummah was nowhere to be found. His cries devolved into more desperate peeps and cheeps. Whenever he messed himself, his mummah had always cleaned him within a minute or two. Her soft tongue tickling him and bringing him comfort, taking away the no pretty smeww. The stench was becoming intolerable as the heated stuffy friend exasperated a bad smell to putrid. Too much for his delicate senses.
“sowwy stuffy frien, huu huu. babbeh su sowwy. plewse no go. wiww gib wicky cleans”
For the first time since entering the room, he stopped hugging his stuff friend and crawled off, turning around and tried to lick up his own mess. His tongue barley touched his stuffy friend for a second before his eyes started to water and he retched sicky wawas all over the front half of his stuffy friend.
The little foal never tasted something awful, nor had he felt such a horrible sensation in his life, his throat and stomach in agony from his bodies violent reaction to the disgusting experience.
“huuu huu wai huwt babbeh stuffy friend, no mean to make sowwy poopies ow sicky wawas on you. onwy wan wub, wub ou stuffy friend. pwese wub babbeh!!! huu huu”
He went in for one more lick to try and make things right and maybe get some huggies but when he came in close, the smell overwhelmed him and caused him to make more sicky wawas before he could even make contact.
He was mostly empty at this point so it was mostly just spit up and empty retching, but it was even more painful than his previous voiding. Causing him to scramble further away from the smell that made him react so violently.
“huu pwese no mowe hurties, huu huu babbeh sowwy, babbeh am bad babbeh? no one wub babbehhh”
The foal was only a few steps away from his stuffy friend. Occasionally he tried to get closer a few times but having conditioned his body to retch upon the foul smell his heated stuffy friend was now radiating, he couldn’t get close enough for huggies. His only source of comfort was now inaccessible to him.
All his hurties and owies were piling up. Crawling a now a feet away from his stuffy friend, He was reduced to blubbering mess of cheeps and peeps. He was terrified of exploring further, but he was also now terrified of his stuffy friend who had apparently run out of wub to give him and only had hurties.
Between the choked sobs he said things like “huu so many saddies” “wan mummah” “wan milkies” “worstest tummy owies”
It had been about 30 minutes since he woke up. To him it felt like an eternity and then some. Without any milkies to fuel his emotional turmoil, he had already expended almost all of his energy. He had never gone this long without.
He didnt even realize it his eyes were getting heavy as they were closed tight during his prolonged sobbing episode. And before he knew it, he had re-entered the world of dreams without realizing it.
Suddenly the little blue foal realized the floor felt different. It felt like the soft pellets that covered the floor when he was with his mummah! He quickly jerked his head up in sudden confusion looking around. He was no longer in the safe room. Everything around him had a gray hue almost. It seemed to go on forever like some sort of infinite purgatory.
“cheep peep, whewe babbeh?”
Nervously sniffing around he caught a familiar scent which caused his head to snap toward its source with a gasp. Within the grayed out landscape he saw a shadowed figure in the shape of a mummah fluffy.
“mummah?!!! MUMMAH! BABBEH HEWE MUMMAH! MUMMAHH!”
The little foal started scrambling toward the figure. The figure wasn’t moving but he could hear something in the distance. It was distorted and echoing, as if from far away, but just enough where he could make it out.
“mUMmAh wuB baBbeHs, BaBbehS wUb MuMmAh, GIb oU woTS of miLkIeS. gWow Up BiG n sTroNg.”
Happy tears welled up in his eyes as joy took over his features. His nightmare was finally over! He ran even harder and started yelling out even louder. He didnt even realize that he wasnt getting any closer.
“MUMMAH! BABBEH OBA HEWE!!! BABBEH MISS OU!! BABBEH COMIN! WAN WUB! WAN MILKIES!!!”
And then as if it couldnt get any better, he smelled his siblings too! The unmoving shadowy figure started showing some movement around its fluff. Little shadowy fluffy balls of fluffy babbehs started shedding off of the figure.
His heart happies were over the moon. “BRUDDAHS!! SISSIES!!! BABBEH AM BAAAAK!”
The shadow figure that never seemed to get closer then plopped on its haunches and kneaded it milky places. His mouth was watering at the idea of finally getting sweet milkies. He could even smell them!
“BABBEH CUM FO MILKIES MUMMAH huu huu, wai su faww??”
The not reality of the situation was starting to sink in. No matter how much he ran, no matter how fast and how far, he wasn’t getting closer despite how clearly he could smell their scent. His eyes were hyper locked on the shuffling of his siblings when he saw two of them latching onto mummahs milkie places.
“WAIT FO’ BABBEH!!! huff huff BABBEH HUNGY TU!”
“mUMmAh wuB baBbeHs, BaBbehS wUb MuMmAh, GIb oU woTS of miLkIeS. gWow Up BiG n sTroNg.”
The warbled version of his mummahs singing was starting to give him scardies. Why wasnt mummah or his siblings paying him any notice? If he could smell and hear them, they had to hear and smell him too! But they completely ignored him. 2 by 2 he watched his siblings feed until they let off a little satisfied belch.
His huffing and puffing started to turn to choked sobs. They didnt wub him anymore? It couldnt be. If he could only get close and give them huggies, they would surly forgive him and give him wub n milkies. He was already crying from distress but when he saw her get off her haunches he started to scream. Milkie time was over? It couldnt be, he didnt even get a drop!
“NUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, PWES GIB BABBEH MILKIES TUUU!!!”
He never stopped running toward his mummah, but his cries seemed to fall on deaf ears as he watched his shadowy siblings get picked up and placed on his shadowy mummahs back one by one in the coziest looking fluff pile he could ever have imagined!
“BABBEH SOWWYYY, BABEH NO KNU WAI BAD BABBEH, BUH BABBEH SOWWY. PWE WET BABBEH UPSIES TUU! NO NEE MILKIES NO MO, JUS WAN HUGGIES WIF BRUDDAH AN SISSIESSS! NO CAWE IF TUMMY OWIES, PWE NO MOWE HEART HURTIES HUU HUU”
His mummah started walking away, and this time he could tell that the distance was changing. It was getting harder and harder to see the shadowy figure of his family. Her distorted singing growing more and more faded before he realized he couldn’t see or hear it anymore. He couldn’t even smell the comforting scent. Thats when he plopped down in a fit of inconsolable sorrow.
“NUUUU, NUUU GU! NUUU GU!! WAI FO BABBEH, SABE BABBEH!!! NU AM BAD BABBEH, huu huu, PWE! NU AM BADDD! CHEEP PEEP CHIRP”
On his belly he sucked on one hoofie while pounding his others crying out cheeps and peeps. No longer able to form words.
However once again he was brought out of his shock by a sudden noise.
“ou am da worstest babeh!”
He gasped, hearing another voice. He turned and saw his stuffy friend! And it wasnt all shadowy! It looked like just when he first saw it. He was so excited, he didnt even register what the stuffy friend had said.
“STUFFY FRIEN! OU CAN TALKIE NAO! WAN HUGGIES?”
Looking through blurred tears he started shuffling toward his stuffy friend with his arms open for huggies. He wanted huggies so badly, he needed them. Right as he got up to his stuffy friend he started to smell a terrible stench and he felt a harsh slap against his stretched out hoofies, knocking them aside. At the same time, his stuffy friend suddenly shouted so loud that it froze the little foal in his place.
“NU! NU HUGGIES! STUFFY FRIEN SAI OU AM WORSTEST BABBEH EBAH! OU GIB STUFFY FRIEN SOWWY POOPIES AND SOWWY SICKIES! MAK STUFFY FRIEN YICKY! NO SMEWW PWETTY CUZ OF BA’ BABBEH!!! NO GIT HUGGIES, NO GIT WUB! OU ONLY GIT HEART HURTIES AND TUMMY OWIES!”
“nuuuuuuuuuu pwese! am sowwy, no mean tu, pweeese pweeese stuffy frien. PWE NO WEAB BABBEHHHHHH SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeee!!!”
The stuffy friend for the first time started to move. It upturned his nose at the pathetic display, turned and started to walk away into the distant gray. Reduced again to a blubbering mess of peeps and cheeps, he desperately sucked on one hoof while raising his other longingly toward the retreating figure as it too slowly disappeared into the gray that was all around him. Too heartbroken to even get up, he tried to beg but his voice wouldn’t even work with his hyperventilating and sobbing.
Beyond his own misery, he could still hear the echo of what his stuffy friend had unloaded on him.
“NO GIT HUGGIES, NO GIT WUB! OU ONLY GIT HEART HURTIES AND TUMMY OWIES!”
He was a bad babbeh, he must deserve this. His wonderful mother, siblings and stuffy friend would never treat a good babbeh so awful.
Now that horrible truth was ingrained in his psyche. His suffering must be well deserved. Heart hurties, tummy owies, and now without his heated stuffy friend he realized he was now feeling cold as well.