(This is my first time writing sadbox, so I apologize if this is shit, and special thanks to @Poopiest_of_bebbehs for helping out)
Melody was a feral mare, she lived in a crappy alley with her special friend, Bean.
Melody had been kicked out by her hooman daddeh because she thanked her litter pal while he was in the room. Thankfully, Bean was there for her.
“Mewody wub 'ou, Bean!” Melody beamed as she felt her tummeh babbehs do tummeh dancies. Bean smiled and nuzzled Melody.
For a while, Melody and Bean were happy. But then one day, disaster struck.
Melody had recently had her babbehs, and was giving them licky-cleanies when a hooman approached. “Hello, fluffies.” the hooman greeted.
Bean immediately got between Melody and the hooman. “Nyu f-fwiend?” he asked nervously, not noticing that the hooman was plotting something.
The hooman grinned, and that’s when Melody and Bean realized: The hooman was a munstah.
The hooman lifted a strange contraption with a net attached to it. Bean turned to face Melody. “Speciaw fwiend, take babbehs an’ wun!” he shouted, setting the babbehs on Melody’s back.
As Bean turned back to face the hooman, he puffed out his cheeks. Bean knew that he would most likely go forever sleepies, but if it meant protecting the fluffies he loved the most, so be it.
Melody ran as fast as she could with her babbehs in tow, confused but scared. “It am otay babbehs, mummah am hewe…” she whispered, doubting that everything would be okay. Eventually, Melody stopped to rest. Little did she know that would bite her hard.
A few hours later, another hooman appeared, and everything went dark.
When Melody woke up, she found herself in a room with a few other mares. “W-Whewe am babbehs? Whewe am Mewody?” she asked. One of the mares glared at Melody. “Dummeh, babbehs nu am weaw. Babbehs am wie.” the mare explained.
Melody refused to accept this, and started banging on the wall. “PWEASE GIB BACK BABBEHS! BABBEHS NEE’ MUMMAH!” she cried out, unaware that the walls were soundproof.
“BABBEHS NEE’ MUMMAH!” Melody yelled again, gradually upsetting the other mares. Eventually, a mare calmly dragged Melody away. “Wha’ pawt of “babbehs nu exist” do 'ou nu undewstand?” the mare asked.
As the days went by, Melody would keep begging to see her babbehs, and the other mares would tell her that babbehs in general don’t exist. Occasionally, a hooman would come by and give the mares nummies or toys, but that didn’t lessen the emotional blow Melody was experiencing.
Eventually, Melody gave up. She finally began to think that babbehs aren’t real. Melody had even forgotten about Bean. Once that happened, a hooman came over and grabbed her.
Bean went forever sleepies shortly after his encounter with the hooman/munstah. As for the babbehs, they were taken to be used as punching bags for abusers or dog toys. Melody eventually passed on, no longer remembering her loved ones.
Fin