Thanks to @FederalChemical1728 for his idea of a “sketties-for-special-lumps” machine, and @DummehBabbeh for the motivation. This also took a turn much darker than intended. Bleakbox indeed.
“Bwea am soon mommah, mommah wuvs babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah.” You sing to yourself, for you are Brea, a currently heavily pregnant mare. You are resting in a cardboard box blanketed with newspapers, old cloth, a few T-shirts, and your formerly lastest foal, Moe.
“Moe wuvs sissies an buddies! Be bwestest bwodah fow dem!” he practically chirps, being quite a few fowebahs old. Still a colt, but capable of getting you nummies from your herd’s nummie pile. You gaze over to him and catch his blue coat and pink mane, You then reach out to him with your front hooves and give him a hug.
“Mummah wuvs Moe.” You sing to him.
“An Moe wuvs mummah.” He sings back, before giggling as he hugs you. “Am mommah hungie?”
“Yus, pwease get mummah sum nummies fow da tummy babbehs.” you respond to him.
“Otay mummah, Moe git sum nummies fow sibwings, be wight back!” he says, hopping out of the box and heading towards the herd’s nummie pile. You watch him as he heads out galloping, or rather the nearest thing a fluffy has to galloping, towards another box containing the herd’s nummie pile.
You start singing to your babies, telling them to be good babies for their mother and the herd. You then ask if one would be so kind as to be born with a red coat and green mane like yourself. While all babies are good, the best ones are coloured like their parents, like how Moe is the spitting image of your last special friend. As your thoughts turn towards noodles you tear up and start crying.
“Babbehs no weave mummah wike wast speschuw fwiend, nu fowebah sweepies pwease.” you cry out, hoping that they’ll listen and be just as good as Moe is.
“Bwea, wut am wong?” Says your current special friend. You look up and see the comforting image of your current special friend, his brown and purple coat a soothing sight.
“Bwea membew Noodwes, hab biggest heawt huwties.” get managed to break through your tears.
“Wamen miss bruwdah tu, Wamen nu wet anyfin happen tu bruwdah’s speschuw fwiend.” he comforts you with, as he moves in to give you a hug. “Yu am Wamen’s speschuw fwiend tu, an Wamen wubs Bwea wike Noodwes wubbed yu.”
The tender moment is broken up by screeching, which unnerves both you and your mate.
“Stay hewe Bwea, Wamen gu an check out wut nuise am.” He says, as he turns around and goes towards the screaming. A few moments later your question is answered as Moe comes running towards you.
“Mummah wun! Waiding pawty!” he shouts in terror, heading towards you and using his head as to try to lift you up. A raiding party is bad news, you need to get out of here. You lift up your great mass and head towards the herd’s hiding spot, its a small door that can be locked from the inside, Noodle found it many fowebahs ago.
“Mummah wunning, gu to hidin pwace!” you shout back at Moe, trying your best to shout out the screaming. You see many other mothers and their babies heading towards the hiding spot, as well as many stallions and very brave colts going to the fighting. You just hope that Ramen will survive.
Arriving there, you cram yourself in and sit down far away from the door. The eldest stallion, Powder, too old to fight, counts each mother that enters. When he reaches a number that you didn’t even know existed, he states that everyone is in and pressed the lock button. With that the place is sealed.
“nu wike dawkies…”
“mummah, whew am daddeh?”
“Whew nummies?”
“need tu poopies!”
and so forth and so forth from the various mares, colts, fillies, and babies inside. Moe, right beside you, is clearly nervous so you hug him. “it be awwight Moe, Wamen fight off da bad fwuffies den hewd be safe.” you whisper to him.
You hear screaming right outside the hiding spot.
“Whew am yu hewd?”
“Wamen nebah teww munstah!”
Ramen? Oh no please not Ramen, you can’t handle losing another special friend. Moe hugs you tightly sensing your heart hurties.
“Den, Munstah Smarty make Wamen teww!”
Screaming, following by a sickening crack of bone and flesh.
“Teww Siddewus whew am hewd, an smarty wet yu speschuw fwiend wiv!”
“Dat am wie! Wamen nu teww yu!”
“Pewtuwabu, show ouw fwiend why he shouwd teww us whew his fwiends awe.”
“As yu am wishies, Siddewus.” speaks a deep voice. He unsettles every baby in the hiding spot, who are quickly hushed by their mothers.
“Twy uw wowst, Wamen nu teww.”
“Pewtuwabu has ways” speaks the smarty, “just watch.”
“Wut am Pewtuwabu doing?”
A scream is heard from your poor Ramen.
“NU AM MAWE, NU AM MAWE, NO TOUCHIE POOPIE PWACE! NO AM MAWE!”
this goes on for quite a while, until eventually you hear the shout of gud feels from Pewtuwabu.
“Wamen… Nu teww… whew hewd is…” you hear him croak out, hurt but still defending his family, defending you.
Siddewus laughs, a sort of sickening cackle. “Siddewus gab yu chancie, bu yu nu teww. Did yu dink dat Siddewus pwan wouwd need yu to teww? Siddewus nebah has pwan that couwd gu wwong.”
“wu, wut am yu says?”
once again, he gives off a laugh. “Hambuwguw, open da doow.”
You see him, a colt you’ve never seen before gallops towards the button that’s keeping you all safe. You scream in realization that he must be part of the other herd. Powder tries his best to intercept, but this colt is on the cusp of stallionhood, and Powder is old. Too old to stop him, as Hambuwguw bites down on Powder’s ear hard, ripping it off with a twist of his head. Powder screams in pain as he is then give a sorry hoof right to his face.
With his last obstacle out of the way, Hambuwguw makes his way to the button. You scream for him to not open the door, that you’ll adopt and wuv him. He looks back at you.
“Hambuwguw hungie for sketties.”
And with that, with all of the mares protesting and begging him to not press that button, he does. The door opens.
“NUUU, NU HUWTIES HEWD!” Ramen desperately pleads with Siddewus, who ignore his pleads with laughter. Unfamiliar stallions rush in and start dragging you herd out. They give sorry hooves to whoever resist and stomp on quite a few babies.
A big one, who you can’t quite make out in the darkness, heads straight for you, Moe tries hiding under your fluff but it doesn’t help. The stallion bites you by the tail and drags you off, as another comes forth for Moe. He rises up on his back legs and swings his front in the air, trying to intimidate the stallion.
“Moe nu wet bad fwuffy take mummah!” he cries defiantly. With that he gives a good kick to the stallion’s face. The stallion rears back in pain as Moe then goes for another kick, this time straight to the stallion’s eye. His hoof meets eyelid, then eye, and then bone as he crushes his way through. The stallion screams in a deep pain as Moe pulls back. Rising up, the stallion rest on his poopie place, exposed for Moe, who takes his chances and headbutts his special place. Moe’s Horn pierces straight through, and with a violent wrench, rips the stallion’s package right off.
The stallion, now a dummeh mare, howls in a high pitched tenderness unlike anything you’ve ever heard. Booboo juice flies everywhere and coats Moe in it. Moe screams too, not in pain but in wrath as he charges the stallion dragging you away. Your tail is let go off by him as he turns around to face Moe.
No, you’re not going to lose Moe, not like this. As he turns around you reach for his lumps, and give a strongest bite you can. Another shriek of pain as another pair of lumps is lost, followed by both eyes as Moe stomps down with his two front legs as hard as his colt body allows. Booboo juice flies everywhere as both of the monster stallions writhe on the floor, their lumps gone and only one functional eye between them.
“Mummah, Fowwow Moe deepew into da hidin pwace!” Your bestest says, after saving his mummah like that you figured he has earned that title.
“Otay, Mummah fowwow bestest.” You reply to him. Any sign of excitement of being called bestest is drown out by the atmosphere, as fluffies you’ve known since all the fowebahs you’ve known are dragged out with their babies. Screams of agony are heard as glancing back, you see a stallion rip off the lumps of Powder, and another the legs of Mary. Her babies taken away as she receives bad enfies.
You turn your head back to Moe, into the darkness that awaits.