Sequel to Mummah Knows Best
Mummah knows best! Hasbio’s state of the art AI program has been taught not only how to communicate with fluffies as if ‘she’ were one of them but to teach them valuable lessons and keep them in line! Mummah is able to learn on the go as well, taking unforeseen circumstances or emergencies and making decisions with the best outcome!
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-Excerpt from a fluffy breeding magazine
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The breeding facility had seen better days. That much was clear. The floors were covered with slicks of poopies and dried encrusted gore. Overheard lighting in most places were dim if they functioned any longer at all, though even the ones which functioned flickered in and out. Colorful posters on the walls drooped and had faded, some of them having peeled down and been torn to pieces.
Most of the monitors still worked, though each were covered in a thick layer of dust or projectile shit. A group of fluffies had gathered in front of the largest one in the establishment, looking up for Mummah. The AI mare, purple and yellow, appeared on-screen with a crackle of static.
“Hewwwooo babbehs!” She chirped out to the gathered band of filth-encrusted fluffies. They weren’t even babbehs anymore: They had grown up. Those who had foals still kept them safely hidden away too.
“Hewwo Mummah! Babbehs wub yew!” Each of them responded. The Bestest Babbehs. Mummah’s chosen ones. The rest of the fluffies here were bad babbehs.
“Stiww nu kibbew nummies. Sowwy…” This had become something of a recurring thing. No more kibble. That had been said for a long time now. Yet she could gauge the health of her bestest ones. Knew exactly when they needed to eat as a matter of life or death. A sun popped up over Mummah’s head along with a cheerful glittering rainbow.
“Nummies?” Asked one of the fluffies, Velvet. Her red fur had gotten dingy and the white of her mane and tail had yellowed because of neglect but it was still the same filly (well, mare now) who had almost been sucked up by one of the munstahs for disobedience. If there was a happy sun and rainbow, it meant nummies!
Mummah giggled a bit and nodded. “Yis!”
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Poopies who existed in the facility had been saying better days, if only slightly. The room which had once been exclusively for chirpies was now lacking any of the roly-poly little things and was now filled with badly colored fluffies. The door allowing the other fluffies access was shut off tight with a red light above it.
Fluffies who lived here didn’t have names. Mummah never gave them one. In fact, despite the monitors in the room working, Mummah never even showed up on the monitors. They were alone. A giant mound of shit stretched out over the entire room, and they simply had to exist in it. Sleeping in it, playing in it, trying to form the semblance of life in all of the manure. At least they didn’t have to eat it.
For food they had the former milk vats that the chirpies used. The vat still seemed full, likely because the bulk powder used to create the formula had been in great supply before the facility had gone into disuse. Yet the formula tasted foul and made them sick. Every time they drank they would throw up some of the expired product, would have to lay on their sides in the filth as powerful waves of diarrhea crippled their tummies, yet it still allowed them to get nutrients. Sick or not they were surviving off of it somehow and were thankful for that at least. Before they had received nothing of course.
“Wan huggies…wan wub…” Sobbed a drab olive hued mare as she lay on her side in the pile of crap. There was no point in trying to go somewhere clean as there truly wasn’t a place to be found.
“Mummah?” Queried one of the rare foals who had not only been born here but survived. It climbed over piles of shit valiantly trying to locate it’s mother who had collapsed in some of it. Hard to find her because she was the same color, more or less.
“Baww?” A piss-yellow stallion asked another as it kicked over a rather lumpy clot of manure one of them had rolled up like a dung beetle. The two were happy enough to kick it around while giggling a bit, a rare moment of shared joy in this stinking pit.
Just then there was a chime that made all of them stop. Whether they were playing, sobbing, or simply feeding on the rancid miwkies it was a sound they all dreaded. The red light above their door flickered over to green and the panel would slide open. In walked the Bestest Babbehs.
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“Wun ‘way! It am bestest babbehs! Eeeeee! NUUUU!” Screamed a moldy looking orange mare as she blindly ran through the feces. The babbeh which had been crying for it’s mummah earlier simply plopped down on it’s ass, looking up with a quavering bottom lip and tearful eyes as the group of fluffies fanned into the room.
They only ever took one of them. Whichever one had been fattened up the most from the milk. Today though, they had the opportunity to really stuff their fat faces.
“Wook! Fowebbah sweepies!” Claimed an emerald green and blue alicorn named Buddy as he located a hoof sticking out from the muck. Clamping his teeth around the hoof, he dragged out the brown and green mare which had sunken down within.
“Mummah!” Chirruped the foal who had been searching before, getting up to run toward her. Yet the bestest babbehs had gathered around her corpse. Covered in poopies or not, they tore at her fur and flesh. Watching in horror, the little foal had to watch as his precious mummah had her kindly face ripped into, her tummy skettis dragged out, every single piece of her was seized on by the crowd of bestest fluffies. They all reveled in it.
“Nummy dance! Nummy dance ‘fo Mummah!” A stallion cooed as he got a coil of intestine in his mouth, dragging it out as he danced on his back hooves.
“Bestest Mummah am gib bestest nummies! Wub! Yaaayyy!” Velvet cooed as she was literally chewing on an ass.
Soon enough the corpse had been stripped of practically everything, even the fur. The bones themselves were laid through with chomp marks owing to how hungry all of them were. Crying, the poopie babbeh staggered out from the top of the pile.
“Yew gib mummah wowstest huwties! Bad munstahs! Fwuffy haechu!” Puffing out his cheeks, the foal was met by Buddy. Plopped down on his ass again once he realized just how much bigger the other fluffies were. Turning around and lifting his tail, Buddy drowned the mourning foal in a plop of excrement. It’s little weggies kicked around desperately under the pile.
“Fwuffy am wun way! SCAWIES!” Came the cry of the same orange mare who had given the warning in the beginning. Running toward the still open doorway, there was a brief chance where she thought there was really an opportunity for freedom before the light above flickered from green to red. Slamming down exactly when the mare was passing underneath, there was a moment when she didn’t even realize something was wrong. There was a great pain, sure, but she was still moving. Wobbling on her front hooves and falling facefirst to the floor outside where the poopies were kept, she looked behind her. There…there were her back weggies. Her whole back half actually. Tummy skettis. Blood.
“N…Nu…” The mare wept as she dragged herself along the floor weakly, coils of innards slicking the floor behind her. The ravenous sounds of fluffies eating was behind her. Wet lipsmacking. Deep breaths as food (her own flesh) disappeared down their throats. Still crawling. Inching forward. Yet there was a point when she kept dragging her hooves against the floor and wouldn’t budge an inch. Vision fading, she saw they were on her now.
“Huu…” Was the only thing her tired mouth got out as they stripped her to the bone.
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“Mummah wubs aw da babbehs!” After they had been fed their gruesome meal, the fluffies all gathered to the main monitor screen to have mummah talk to them. Looking up with rapt attention, they waited to receive any instructions she may give.
“Dewe am su su many babbehs! Tu muchsies ‘fo mummah…” The AI mare gave an embarrassed smile, and something rare would happen: Things went down the tubes that kibble usually went down to. One single piece of something that ‘tinked’ down on the metal feeding pans below.
“Soon mummahs am hab tweat nummies.” She announced, all of the visibly pregnant mares in attendance talking excitedly among one another.
“Dank yew mummah!” Cheered a mono-colored light green mare who went over to pluck up the tiny treat. It tasted sugary! So, so good! All of the soon-mummahs went to collect their treats and happily cheer at how nice of a day this had been!
Of course the foal-b-gone had been sweet. It tasted just like candy. The mares who had been found to have unacceptable colors for the dwindling population cap were going to have their foals weeded out. Mummah had a good eye for product.
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“EEEEEE! BIGGEST HUWTY POOPIES!” The green mare who initially eaten the foal-b-gone screamed in pain and confusion as her weggies flailed around. A gout of blood and half-formed foals spread out over the dirty floor behind her, her eyes growing wide.
“T-Tu soon…” Mewled a buttercream hued would-be mummah, attempting to scoop the sad little remains of her babbehs right back into her after they had basically just slid out. A fruitless and quite frankly disgusting process.
“Mummah no mowe. Huuuuuuuu!” A purple unicorn sobbed as she lay face down right next to her aborted children, as if her presence would suddenly breathe life right back into them.
With a crackle and a fanfare of cheerful music, Mummah appeared on the main monitor. The AI’s avatar would press itself toward the screen so her ever-present smile was magnified.
“Am otay! Dey nu am gud babbehs! Teehee!” Mummah clapped her hooves together.
“Wewe am wittew babbehs?” She asked, and what little foals had been allowed to exist in this place came out of the nooks and crannies they usually hid in. Three in all, alicorns with amazing colors which Mummah herself had guaranteed the survival of. They shyly crowded toward the screen, craning their necks up.
“Mummah?” Chanted the three in unison, trying to get her attention with the silliest dancies and tricks the little idiots could think of. The AI watched them prattle on and play, giving a delighted clap of her hooves again.
“Suuuu pwetty! YAY BABBEHS! Babbehs am hungwy?” She asked and they all nodded in unison. They had to rely on their physical mummahs for food and hadn’t been given miwkies at all. Despite the fact that they were able to eat solid food, they hadn’t been allowed into the poopie prison yet. It was too dangerous.
“Dewe am nummies! Mummah ‘n daddeh wiww hewp!” Each of the respective pairs of parents got together to help their foal out. They had already been alerted to what had been going on without drawing the attention of the other fluffies. After all, there were plenty of monitors in the place with which you could have a conversation at.
Velvet got together with her special friend, the emerald green stallion known as Buddy. Their foal was a brilliant pink & white alicorn filly named Starla. The pair led their child over to one of the puddles of blood and…Velvet didn’t want to think of the chirpies that would never be. They were just food. Just food for their own foal to eat.
“Num da nummies, Stawa.” Velvet gently nudged the foal over to one of the little things. Bigger than a piece of kibble. It looked slimy and unappealing, but had developed enough to undoubtedly be recognizable as a chirpy.
“Nu. Nuuuu! Dat am babbeh! Pwease nu!” Even the foal could recognize the chirpy for what it was. Whimpering a bit, Velvet looked over to Buddy. The stallion puffed out his cheeks and pressed a hoof to Starla’s back so she was forced to bend down to the macabre offering.
“Pwease nu daddeh. Nu wan! Am good fwuffy! Nu wan gib babbeh huwties!” Starla begged and pleaded as Mummah flickered onto the nearest monitor. Affixed Velvet and Buddy with her flat gaze, a cheesy smile.
“Gud babbehs num aw dewe nummies.” She told the parents in a sing-song voice. A wall panel slid up and one of the vacuum munstahs rolled out. They could no longer clean but their sheer size and weight were more than enough of a threat to even a fully grown fluffy, let alone a foal. Buddy became panicked.
“Sowwy mummah! NUM DA NUMMIES!” He told Starla, squishing one of the…nummies into the foal’s mouth. Tears blotted the corners of her eyes. Blood and bits of partially formed wet fur poked out her lips as she tried to force it away. Buddy forced his hoof down even more, the poor thing crying pathetically as she forced herself to finally eat it to completion. Again. Again. Again. Velvet had closed her eyes, not wanting to see it anymore.
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It was night time now. Time for sleepies. Buddy and Velvet were curled together with Starla laying between them. The foal tried to say something.
“Mummah, nu wan…” Velvet just nipped her ear though. She knew what her babbeh wanted to say.
“Sweepies. Hab sweepies naow.” The mare scolded her child, the filly’s eyes brimming with tears.
“Buh mummah…!” She tried to get out again. Velvet clapped a hoof toward her head, causing the filly to screech and back away with fear and shock emblazoned in her eyes.
“SWEEPIES!” Velvet said once more, tucking the foal next to her. Starla obviously didn’t want to cuddle against her mummah right now. It had to be though.
Starla might not know but her mummah did. Velvet knew all too well. The monitor above their filthy pillow bed had flickered on in the darkness. Mummah stared down from the light. She saw everything they did. She heard everything they did. It didn’t matter if it was a wittew babbeh. If you made Mummah upset, she made sure you got punished for it.
Velvet sometimes thought that maybe she could see in her think-place too. That sometimes Mummah knew what she was going to do before she even came up with the idea. Giving a small ‘huu’, all she could do was try and sleep. Try and not have bad thoughts. If she had bad thoughts, Mummah would know.