Thump thump thump!
“God fucking damn it!”
THUMP THUMP THUMP! The knocking just kept getting louder and louder.
“Who the hell is knocking at 1am?” Jake had just fallen asleep after working a long shift at the local steel mill, and was now being woken up. The thirty year old man was chiseled with muscles on his muscles. Normally a very chill guy, but being sore and tired made him about as friendly as a grizzly bear with a pine cone up its ass. “I swear if a god damn shit rat is at my door I am going to punt the fucker.” He opened up the door to see a lime colored unicorn mare with a bright pink mane looking up at him with a sad look on her face. On her back were an indeterminate amount of technicolored blobs.
“Pwease mistah,” she said with a trembling sad voice, “mummah nee’ housie an nummies fow babbehs.”
“Yeah, that’s not my fucking problem.” Before she could say anything else, he kicked her square in the chest, sending her sailing through the air and landing on his walkway. A few of her foals fell off of her in various places leaving a technicolor trail from her to his front steps. Jake just shut the door and went back to bed, her soft sobs were much quieter and easy for him to ignore.
Meanwhile the mare laid crying on the sidewalk. When she landed, she had crushed three of her seven children. Her little green and pink babbeh that looked just like her was among them. She was the bestest babbeh and this hurt the mother more than anything. She still loved all of her children, but only because having a bestest was a learned behavior from her mother and not due to having bitch mare syndrome. Her little white colt and her dark green filly were also dead, and she mourned them just as much as the favorite.
Looking behind her, she saw her powder blue pointy colt crying. His front left leggie was bent at a very odd angle, putting him in extreme pain. Instinctively, the mare tried to pull herself up, only to find her back legs no longer worked. At first she went to cry, but her babbeh needed her. So, with her teeth gritted, she pulled her self along the gravel path to her foal. Paralysis in fluffies only stopped movement, but it didn’t stop her from feeling every sharp stone jabbing her. Her other three foals luckily could see her and crawled towards her, saving her the pain of crawling towards them. She placed her living foals on her back and crawled towards the nearest bush to rest and tend to her scared and injured children.
The mother sat and began to feed her children. With three less than normal, she had enough milk to actually feed them all until they were full. Even with a full belly and hugs, her blue pointy was still in pain. Tears had stained the poor colt’s face and the poor thing had used up all of its energy and was barely able to chirp anymore. Her yellow unicorn filly had a few scrapes but was fine. The orange earthie colt and brown earthie filly were in the best shape as they barely fell at all. All she could do was cuddle up to them and hope to get some sleep.
Sleep would not come easily as a pair of raccoons had sniffed out the scent of the recently abandoned dead foals. The mare could only watch in horror as the foals were consumed one by one and hope that the babbeh numming monsters didn’t see her.
“Chirp… mummah cheep!” Her orange babbehs first word should have been a joyous occasion, and for a second she felt as though it was. However, the sound of live prey drew the trash panda that had only gotten one of her children to her location.
“Pwease munstah, nu huwt babbehs.” her vain attempt at reasoning with the more intelligent creature was met with a black stare. “NU! BABBEH!” She wailed as the raccoon grabber her little orange foal and ran off. Unable to give chase, all she could do was cry as she wrapped her body as well as she could around her three remaining children.
“CHEEEEEEP! OWWIES! MUMMAH! CHIRP! HE-” The cries from being eaten alive were cut off as the raccoon bit into the colt’s neck. The raccoons, thankfully, left with full stomachs. Slowly but surely the mother slowly drifted off to sleep, hugging her children tight.
While deep in sleep, her little yellow unicorn filly got restless and decided to go exploring. “Peep! Babbeh spwowe! Chirp!” It announced this with the utmost pride, even though only a few hours earlier it herd the dying screams of its sibling. Then again, a foal was just a smaller dumber fluffy with the attention span of toddler that chugged a red bull. Plus, the nearby streetlamps were keeping it bright enough to nullify the foal’s natural fear of the dark, making the temptation to explore nigh irresistible.
The little foal crawled further and further from the “safety” of her mother. Repeating “Babbeh spwowe!” over and over. It was so focused looking forward that it didn’t notice the sounds of heavy footsteps. “Babbeh spw- SCREEEEEE! CHIRP! HEWP! CHEEP!”
“Well well well. What do we have here? A little foal that wandered from mummah and got itself lost.”
“CHIRP CHEEP!” The little filly had regressed to cheeping out of fear. She was desperate for her mother to come save her, but her mother was so emotionally and physically exhausted that she couldn’t be woken up. Even if she was able to wake up, there was the small issue of being permanently crippled.
“Hmm, well I guess mummah is dead as she didn’t come after all your screaming. I guess one less feral in the wild is better than getting none of the family.” The man put the foal in his coat pocket after wrapping it in a soft cloth. The foal would never see any of it’s family again, and the mother would never know what happened.
As she awoke hours later in the dim morning light, the mother quickly noticed the number of foals had dropped from three to two. She wanted to call out, but was afraid a monster would come and take away her last two foals. Her foals shortly began to stir and chirp for milk. She attempted to feed them, but the lack of eating due to grief meant there was only enough milk to get them roughly half full. “Sowwy babbehs, mummah nu hab mowe miwkies.” Her foals chirped their unhappiness at their mother. “Shh babbehs pwease! Meanie munstahs fin’ us.” They didn’t listen, obviously. Their little brains were incapable of anything but thinking about what they wanted. “Pwease babbehs. Mummah nu wan wose ‘ou tuu!”
“Cheep chirp… hungy… chirp wan miwkies!” Her little blue colt demanded. His desire for food was over-riding his pain at the moment. “WAN MIWKIES!” The foal kept getting louder and louder. The concept of there not being any was not a concept he could grasp. Despite all of the times he and his siblings went without, they were always at least a little bit fuller than he was at the moment. Unable to take it any more, the mare gave him a light boop on the nose. “Owies! Chirp! Why mummah nu wub!”
“Babbeh nee’ be quiet. Onwy ba’ babbehs tink dey boss der mummahs awoun’.” With that, the foals were finally silent aside from soft crying due to the pain in his leg taking over his brain’s limited processing power. The mare was so focused on her foals that she didn’t notice the door to the house open. When she looked up she saw Jake staring at her. “H-hewwo m-mistah.”
“Seems like my foot to your face didn’t get the message across. You aren’t welcome here.”
“Mummah sowwy, buh back weggies nu wowk.”
“Not my problem.” He reached in and yanked her out of the bush, causing her foals to peep in distress at her violent removal.
“Pwease! Mummah sowwy! Mummah so-”
SNAP!
Jake took the now silent mother and carried her over to one of the street’s biowaste bins. He dropped her limp body in with the local fluffy roadkill and failed yard invasions. Unfortunately for the mare, she wasn’t dead. Jake had just succeeded in accidentally making her fully paralyzed, and now she would spend her last hours wallowing in rotting fluffy corpses.
As Jake scooped the foals out of the bush, he lamented his rash decision somewhat. However, adult ferals were trouble and were often horrible at acclimating to a human home. Killing her was the merciful option in his mind. The foals were innocent in his eyes, so he would spare them. Plus the little brown one caught his eye. Her fluff had white spots reminiscent of a baby deer, so he figured she would be worth something to someone. The light blue one was miserable with a clearly broken leg, so he would have to get that taken care of or euthanize the poor thing. Jake flipped a coin mentally and opted to help the foal. What was the worst that could happen?
. As for blue baby, i like the idea of trying to save him. Just for the opportunity of unintentional abuse due to his disabilities