Note to reader: You will probably want to read this story first, from last Christmas:
Babies for Christmas - By Hornlarry
This story is the sequel.
“Cwismuss… Cwissmuss…” the designer fluffy whimpered, pathetically attempting to sing, “Sawwy wuv Cwismuss…”
The turquoise fluffy looked up at her daddy and burst into tears, sucking on her violet tail for comfort. Her daddy just looked on and grinned.
“Huu huu HUUU Daddah! Sawwy nu wike Cwismuss gaem! Nu wan babbehs… pwease daddah?”
“Oh come on Sally,” Her daddy replied to her condescendingly, “You really wanted babies last Christmas, don’t you want any this year?”
The fluffy continued to cry for some time, until her daddy grew impatient.
“Sally, stop being a silly fluffy. You are going to have babies for Christmas, and that is final.”
“B-b-bu-but daddah… daddah nu wiww be mean to babbehs dis Cwismuss?” Asked Sally, trying to stop her whimpering.
“No, Daddy will be very nice.”
“An-an-an-an Daddah wiww nu put babbehs in boxie? Babbehs nu wiww get hungy?” she asked, trying to dry her eyes.
“No. No boxes this year,” her daddy explained, still wearing the strange smile on his face.
“An,” Sally asked, almost afraid to ask the next questions, “Sawwy can gib babbehs huggies? An wuv? An miwkies?”
“Of course!” her daddy solemnly declared, although his grin suggested otherwise.
“An Sawwy can sing to dem? An dey gwow up big? An stwong?” she asked, hoping beyond hope that it was true.
“Yes!” Daddy smiled.
“An…” Sally half-shuddered, dreading the final questions, “Daddah nu wiww wet Vacuum Munstah num da babbehs?”
“No.” Daddy replied with a perfunctory shake of his head.
“An, an daddah nu wiww put babbehs in fiwe dis tiem? Nu buwny huwties?” she asked, gazing up into his eyes.
“No, not at all,” he agreed, looking almost sincere this time.
“Den… Sawwy can hab babbehs? Fow huggies? An wuv?” she asked, adding the word that all incredulous fluffies say, “Weawy?”
“Yes!” Daddy beamed.
“Babbehs? For Fwuffy? Weawy?” she asked, her voice raising for the final word to a pitch beyond that of the smallest human child.
“Yes!” Daddy repeated, almost sounding annoyed this time.
“Oh daddah!” Sally declared, “Fwuffy wuv daddah so muchness! Wiww giv daddah bestest huggies evah!”
Daddy smiled and laughed as Sally sat on his lap and hugged him as hard as she possibly could. Sally could not believe her luck! After the horrors of last Christmas, she had been a really good fluffy all year, and now her daddy was going to reward her by giving her babies! It was the one thing that Sally wanted more than anything in the whole world! And he was going to give them to her! He truly was the bestest daddy, and Sally would be the bestest mummah. She squeezed him harder still.
“Bestest huggies daddah! Bestest huggies!”
Daddy just smiled.
“Not as good as the huggies the stud is going to give you Sally.”
“Huuu huu huuu…” wailed Sally, “Huuu huuu huu…”
“Oh come ON Sally, stop crying!” Daddy berated the weeping designer fluffy.
“Huuuuuuuu…” was Sally’s only reply, “Huuu huu huu huu huu…”
“Stop being a bad fluffy!” Daddy yelled at her, “Do you want to sleep in the sorry closet again? With the vacuum monster?”
“Nuuu!” Sally shrieked, her fear temporarily overwhelming her pain and sadness, “Sawwy nu wan! Wiww be gud! Nu vacuum munstah! Sawwy nu wan be nummed! Nu wan Wagooooom!”
“Then WHY are you crying?” he demanded.
“Cos Sawwy nu wike speciaw huggies…” she cried, starting to weep anew, “Dat meanie fwuffy did huwt Sawwy in da speciaw pwace… an da poopie pwace… huu huu huu huu huu… huu huu huu huu huu…”
“Oh for FUCK’S SAKE Sally!” He daddy shouted, rage temporarily possessing him, “If you want to have babies, you have to get FUCKED. THAT’S HOW BABIES ARE MADE!!!”
“Huuuuuu huuu huuu…” was Sally’s only reply.
“Look Sally, that fucking stud fee was like two hundred quid! I know he was a smarty, but he was a white Unicorn with a fucking RAINBOW MANE. With his mane and your fluff we could be talking a grand per foal, easy! Now stop fucking crying and eat your pregnancy kibble. Its got all the vitamins you need…”
Sally just continued to weep though, until daddy thrashed her with the sorry stick, and locked her in the sorry closet overnight.
Fortunately, the vacuum monster appeared to be sleeping.
“Mummah wuv babbehs!
Babbehs wuv Mummah!
Mummah giv miwkies!
Gwow up, Big an Stwong!”
Sally sang to her tummy babies as she watched fluff TV. The pain and disappointment of the so-called “special” huggies was far behind her now, and instead was replaced with her growing joy, as the babies grew within her tummy. Every day, and every night, Sally would sing to her growing “tummeh babbehs” as she called them, about how special they were, and how much she loved them, and how they would be the bestest babies in the whole world! And she would be the bestest mummah.
Even better was that Daddy was giving her sketties! Every few days, in order to make the babies grow up big and strong! Sally knew that this meant she had the bestest daddy in the whole world, and she told him so every day. Daddy just laughed and gave her the strange smile, which made Sally feel funny on her insides, but Sally just ignored that feeling, because he clearly was the bestest.
Daddy told her something else. Her babies would be arriving on Christmas day itself! Sally had been to the vets, who was a bit mean and had prodded her very roughly, but the vet said that sometime around Christmas Eve or Christmas day, the babies would be arriving.
Sally loved being a soon-mummah, and knew it would be the bestest Christmas ever!
Sally settled down for the night, on Christmas Eve. Daddy had gone to bed, with a bottle of whisky, and she could hear the sounds of him watching human special huggies on his laptop again. Sally hoped that would make him happy, as Daddy had seemed sad recently. Sally knew that Daddy had had real special huggies, because he had a human baby daughter who would come to visit sometimes with her mummah. Daddy didn’t like his special friend anymore, and Sally didn’t know why. Maybe his special friend had been a smarty, and hurt daddy during special huggies, like the stallion had with her. Sally felt very sorry for her daddy, but knew that the babies would cheer him up.
“Any time now,” he had said, stroking her belly before he went to bed, “The babies will be beautiful Sally.”
“Yus Daddah,” Sally had agreed, beaming with pride, although to be honest, she really wanted them to come soon, because it was getting very uncomfortable.
Sally did not need to wait long though, as all of a sudden, she felt a horrid, horrid pain in her tummy.
“Biggest poopies!” she yelped, suddenly feeling as if her special place was exploding, and making bad poopies all over her nesty!
“NuuU!” Sally shrieked, thinking Daddy would be angry with her, but then more poopies came, and more, and then there was… Chirping!
“Bu-babbehs?” Sally asked, turning around to see four wriggling babies on the nest behind her.
“Oh babbehs!” She cried, feeling joy and love welling up within her, “Daddah! Come quick! It am Babbehs! BABBEHS!”
But her Daddy was in the next room with the door closed, and Sally could hear loud noises of human special huggies coming from his laptop.
“Daddah!” She called again, “Daddah!”
But Daddy did not reply.
Feeling afraid, Sally got up and trotted over to his bedroom door, as quickly as she could. She was afraid to leave the babies on their own, but she knew how much he wanted to see them, and he had told her to come and tell him as soon as they arrived.
“Daddah!” she shouted, hammering her little hooves on the door, “Daddah! It am babbehs!”
But Daddy could not hear her. From the other side of the door, human special huggies noises emanated. Humans said strange things to each other during special huggies, and sometimes Daddy would say strange things to the laptop. Tonight was one of those times.
“Oh fuck yes!” Her Daddy was saying, “You always go Ass-to-Mouth bitch!”
Sally tried calling to him a couple more times, but it was no good. Daddy was pre-occupied watching the special huggies, and probably playing with his no-no stick again. Sally didn’t want to disturb him, as at these times he could become especially angry, and beat her with a sorry stick.
Sally ran back to her babies instead.
In the dim glow of the Christmas tree lights, it was impossible to see the colours of her newborn foals, but there were four of them, including one pointy baby and one wingy baby. They all seemed strong and healthy, and all smelled good. There were no monsters or runts, and Sally instantly fell in love with them all. One by one she picked them up and gave them licky-cleanies, placing the clean babies at her milk places, while she cleaned the others, and swapping them over once the last two were clean, and giving them all huggies.
“Oh babbehs!” she wept for joy, “Sawwy wuv babbehs soo much! Sawwy pwomise wiww awways be bestest mummah, an awways wuv babbehs, even if babbehs am naughty sometiems. Sawwy wuv babbehs mowe dan anyfing in da whowe wowwd!”
Sally knew that daddy would be overjoyed the following morning, and she fell into a deep and contented sleep, hugging her babies.
She was the happiest fluffy ever!
“WHAT?!?” Screamed Daddy the following morning, as he saw the babies, “BROWN AND FUCKING GREEN! YOU FUCKING SHIT-RAT!”
Sally couldn’t believe her daddy’s reaction, as soon as he saw her beautiful newborn foals, he seemed to go completely insane.
“TWO HUNDRED FUCKING QUID! TWO HUNDRED THAT FUCKING STUD COST! AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?”
Sally looked down at her foals, a brown earthy, a brown wingy-baby and a green earthy. Bestest baby was snuggled deep within her fluff, and daddy hadn’t seen him yet.
“Even your fucking KIBBLE cost a fortune. And all that fucking SPAGHETTI!”
Daddy was so angry that he kicked over the coffee table. He had a whisky glass in his hand, and Sally had not seen him this furious since… since… Last Christmas.
“You fucking BITCH Sally!” He wailed, “You fucking WHORE!”
Sally was terrified, and clutched her babies to her fluff more tightly than before.
“Bu-bu-but Fwuffy fought dat Daddah wud be happy fow hav babbehs?” She reasoned, totally failing to understand his reaction.
“These babies? These fucking babies?” Daddy yelled, grabbing her brown and green babies from her.
“NUUU! Daddah! Dat am bad-upsies! Nu huwt babbehs daddah! Nu huwt dem!” Sally cried.
“These foals are fucking WORTHLESS! I wouldn’t get a fucking POUND for these cunts!”
“Bu-bu-but dey am bestest babbehs!” cried Sally, “An Sawwy wuv dem! An dat one am wingie babbeh! Wingie babbeh am speciaw babbeh!”
“Wingie-baby? What the ACTUAL FUCK are you talking about Sally? ITS FUCKING SHIT-BROWN. ITS WINGS MEAN ITS WORTH ABOUT ONE POUND FUCKING FIFTY. THE FUCKING ANGEL ON THE TOP OF THE FUCKING CHRISTMAS TREE COST MORE THAN THIS LITTLE BROWN CUNT!”
And then Daddy did something terrible. He took the angel dolly off of the Christmas tree, and impaled her beautiful brown wingie baby on the top of the tree! Cruelly shoving the prickly green plastic right up the squealing foals poopy-place!"
“Screeeeeee!” the tiny baby wailed, “Screeeeeee!”
“NUUUU! Wingie babbeh!” Sally cried, as her baby fluttered its tiny wings, trying desperately to escape its agony.
“THERE!” Yelled her Daddy, swigging his whisky, “It looks much better on the tree, DOESN’T IT SALLY?”
“Huuu huuu…” Wailed Sally, starting to weep.
“And as for these two little BASTARDS… Do you think they like Whisky Sally?” He asked her.
“Nuuuu… Whisky wawa am bad fow fwuffies!” Sally argued, remembering the time daddy had fed her so much Whisky she spent a whole day throwing up everywhere.
“Well its TOO BAD,” her daddy said, before forcing the green fluffy into his whisky glass head first.
“NUUUUU!” she wailed, her bestest baby falling from her fluff and into the nest. Running up to daddy, she hammered her soft little hooves against his legs, desperate to free her baby from him, but he was just too strong for her.
“Daddah! Pwease! Nu huwt babbeh!”
“Lets see if he likes drinking it…” Daddy laughed, but it was a cruel laugh, all mean and twisted inside.
The green fluffy struggled, kicking its little legs against the insides of Daddy’s whisky glass. Sally begged, but daddy just laughed as the foal struggled, and struggled, and then finally stopped.
“Awwww,” said Daddy, still laughing, “Did fluffy pony drown?”
“Nuuu!” Wailed Sally, “Babbeh! Babbeh!”
“Its okay,” Daddy pretended to comfort her with fake sincerity, “Lets see if the other baby can save him?”
He set his whisky glass down on the table, and dropped the other foal in, right on top of its drowned brother.
“Chirp!” the foal cried, sploshing around in the whisky, which quickly soaked into her fluff. Tripping over the body of her dead brother, she kept trying to climb out of the glass. But each time she managed to get her hooves and snout over the rim of the glass, Daddy would cruelly flick her on the nose, knocking her back into the whisky, until she was thoroughly soaked with it.
“Awww, she can’t get out!” Daddy laughed again.
“Daddah! Pwease!” Sally begged, “Pwease nu huwt babbeh! Pwease! Sawwy wiww do anyfing! ANYFING!”
“Its too late Sally. Let see if we can dry the fluffy off a bit eh?”
Daddy reached for a box of matches, lit one, and then threw it into the whisky glass.
The newborn foal did not know what had happened at first. Its whisky saturated fluff was an instant fireball, but she still kept trying to escape the glass, and it was only a few heartbeats later that she became aware of the hideous, hideous pain.
“SCREEEEEE!” the baby fluffy screamed, “SCEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“BABBEH!” Sally echoed, and contined to wail and beg as the foals screams became its death-throws.
“Nuuuuuuu!” Sally cried, letting out a dull moan. She looked back up at the Christmas tree, but her wingie baby had blood pouring out of its mouth, as well as its poopy-place, and by now it was clear that he had gone forever sleepies as well.
Sally felt destroyed inside, but from somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered. Bestest baby was still in the nesty! She desperately wanted to run back to him, but forced herself to sneak back instead.
Daddy continued to shout, lecturing her about how it was all her fault, that she was a bad fluffy after all, that he had never really loved her, and that she had just been a pet for his daughter that he had never wanted, and that even she didn’t want. He said that she would have to go and live in a shelter, and that even that was too good for her, that he should really just throw her out on the streets, where she would die in the snow. But dying that quickly was too good for her, and really she should die horribly in a shelter.
Sally just sat there and quivered. Using her tail and her belly fluff, she desperately hid her lastest and bestest baby, feeding him from her milk places, unable to blot out all the horrible things that daddy was saying. He carried on for a long time, and then he asked her a question.
“Are you even fucking LISTENING to what I am SAYING?”
“U-uh… yus?” Sally tried to lie.
“Okay then,” her daddy said, crouching down next to her with his hands on his knees, “What did I just say?”
Sally pondered for a moment, and tried to think of another lie. She knew she would be punished, and then sent to a shelter, but maybe, just maybe, she could hide her bestest baby from the monster daddy, and love and keep him forever.
“Huu huu… Sawwy nu know!” she admitted, unable to think of anything else to say.
Her daddy just stared at her, with a look of utter and complete contempt on his face. But then he noticed something.
“What have you got there Sally? Show me!” He said sternly.
Sally struggled and fought, but within seconds he had the foal in his hands.
“NUUU!” Screamed Sally, “Wastest babbeh! Wastest babbeh!”
Her Daddy looked at the newborn foal in his hands. It was a turquoise unicorn, with white polka-dots, and a rainbow mane and tail with violet streaks.
“Fuck me…” her daddy said, drawing in his breath quickly.
“Nuuu! Nu huwt babbeh daddah!” Sally squealed, knowing that her daddy would feed him to the vacuum monster, or eat him, or put nasty things in his poopy-place.
“It must be worth five grand…” Daddy gasped.
“Mummah wuv babbeh!
Babbeh wuv mummah!
Mummah giv miwkies!
Gwow up, Big an Stwong!”
It has been the best week of Sally’s life. She spent most of her time singing to her lastest, and bestest baby. He was beautiful, the most special thing in the whole world. Sally loved him so much, and the joy she felt was nearly enough to forget the horrific deaths of the other babies. They had been bad babies, her daddy had said, and didn’t deserve her milkies and love. Instead, she had to give all her milkies and love to the bestest baby, whom Daddy had named “Worth Five Grand”
“Mummah WUV Wowf Five Gwand!” she declared, tickling her baby behind his ears, “Mummah wuv babbeh mowe dan anyfing!”
“M-m-mummah!” her foal managed to squeak, talking for the very first time.
“Babbeh am tawky babbeh?” she asked.
“Mummah!” he cried again.
“Oh mummah wuv tawkie babbeh!” Sally laughed, “Babbeh am walkie babbeh, an now talkie babbeh. Soon wiww be big babbeh an nu need miwkies nu mowe!”
“Sally?” Her daddy called, “You have a visitor.”
“Vistow? Fow Sawwy? Hav come to see Sawwy?”
“Well, yeah,” Daddy said, shrugging, “But really he’s come to see your baby.”
“Visitow hav come to see Wowf Five Gwand?” Sally asked.
“Yeah,” Daddy smiled a massive smile.
“Fuck me!” the visitor said, when he saw her bestest baby. “It really is just like you said, and a male too! You could make a fortune studding him out.”
“I know, but I can’t be arsed with all that effort. You have studs already, I figured you’d buy him off of me.”
Sally did not understand the conversation that her daddy was having with the visitor, who was the same man that had introduced her to her meanie special friend. Instead, she just watched as they argued and argued. It appeared that Worth Five Grand was actually only worth four grand.
“Okay, Okay, you drive a hard bargain, four grand it is, but I want your stud to knock her up again. She can have a fair few litters yet, and I was unlucky with the other foals this time.”
“Deal.”
Daddy and the other man shook hands, then the other man picked up Worth Five Grand, and put him in a box, closing the lid.
“W-wu-whewe nice mistah take fwuffy babbeh?”
“Oh just to my fluffy pet-store,” the man explained, “Don’t worry, he will go to a good home, only hugboxers spend this kind of money on a fluffy.”
“P-pet stowe?” Asked Sally, suddenly realising that they were taking her lastest baby away from her.
“Say goodbye Sally,” Her daddy laughed, counting his money furiously.
“NUUUUU!” she cried, “WOWF FIVE GWAND! MUMMAH AM TUMMING! WIWW SAVE BABBEH!”
But the visitor was just too strong, and no matter how hard she hit him with her hooves, he just laughed and walked away.
Sally blinked back tears of anguish as the box vanished into the distance.
“Mummah! Chirp! CHIRP!” Worth Five Grand wept from within the horrid, horrid box.
“Wastest babbeh! Wastest babbeh! Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
Sally wept and wailed, and begged her daddy to get the Visitor to bring her back her lastest baby. But whatever she said, Daddy just laughed, and carried on counting his money.
“Oh come on Sally, stop being stupid. Look at all the money you’ve made me! Its turned out to be a great Christmas after all!”
“Nuuuuuuuuuuuu! Huuu huu huu huu huu…” Sally wept in utter despair, “Huu huu huu huu huu…”
