Stampy was a feral fluffy, a big blue & yellow pegasus who had lived a happy life with a real home until one day his owner had dumped him off at a park. She never came back and he’d gone through a lot of grief and hardships but now everything was better! The park wasn’t so bad. He could find nummies easily enough and more than that, he had a special friend. She was a mummah now! He had four beautiful babbehs. The stallion loved his babbehs so, so much. Their chirping and peeping gave him lots of heart happies.
One day while he was out scrounging around for nummies, he’d collected a fairly fat apple core and a mushy banana while scrounging around trashcans and picnic areas. Happily trotting back to their shared nest which was in an old abandoned shelter area, he would present his special friend with the sumptuous meal.
Something was amiss here though. There was his special friend, Dolly. An incredibly fat (at least for a feral) mare, dull pink and yellow. She was nursing their babbehs, pudgy little chirpies that seemed to be infinite blackholes for miwkies. There was another fully grown fluffy here, though. A red and yellow unicorn who stomped a hoof down.
“Dis am Jet’s speciaw fwend an’ nestie naow!” The stranger huffed out, and Dolly looked up to Stampy.
“Yis. Dis am nyu speciaw fwend. Nu wub yew anymowe. Yew nu see babbehs! Yew gib nummies ‘fo miwkies!” The mare told him, curling her fat body around the chirpies to deny their father even getting a peek at them. Stampy was flabbergasted. He was only gone for…not even that long!
“Buh…buh…wub babbehs! Dey am Stampy’s babbehs!” He was on the verge of crying. Jet stomped on over to the banana he’d gotten, gobbling it up himself. The peel he would shove over to Dolly, who chewed on it with a look of quiet dissatisfaction.
“Yew beddah get nummies ‘fo ebbyone ‘o yew will hab wowstest huwties! DUMMEH!” The meanie red stallion told Stampy, who was slightly intimidated. Giving a flutter of his useless wings, he would mumble something before stepping away to try and find more nummies.
Considering he had to feed everyone, it would take a lot. He found a pouch of discarded, stale french fries. Some especially tasty looking flowers. Half a packet of fruit snacks. This great haul was brought back to the nest where Dolly and Jet would gorge themselves on it. Stampy stepped forward hopefully.
“Am see chiwpies naow? Widdew babbehs? Wub babbehs.” He said, smiling a bit. Dolly shook her head a bit and pointed a hoof to the entrance of the shelter area.
“Yew nu see babbehs! Yew wib in new nestie naow! Gu way ‘an bwing ‘mo nummies!”
Stampy exited the shelter area, looking dejected and even crying a bit. He didn’t want to fight in front of his chirpies. What if they got huwties? It was a scary situation. Instead he found a bush which he could cram himself into, forcing his body between the branches. It was uncomfortable and the branches poked him at all angles but it was better than being out in the open.
This arrangement would carry on for some time. He had to find lots of nummies for Dolly and Jet, and every day he would ask to see his babbehs. Dolly always told him no, and Jet backed that up with threats of huwties. Stampy was cowed into going along with it because, well, he was a daddeh and daddehs had to do good things for their foals.
So much time had passed that they were no longer chirpies anymore. They were walking around and talking. Talkie babbehs! When delivering nummies one day he got a look at his yellow filly doing a really cute dancie. Stampy proudly boasted:
“Dat am daddeh’s babbeh! Yew su gud babbeh! Bestest dancies!” The filly looked to him, immediately skirted behind her mummah.
“Daddeh! Dewe am scawy fwuffy! Nu wike scawy fwuffy!” Stampy’s little foal told Jet. That wasn’t his babbeh! It was Stampy’s! He had gone many days without eating much at all while foraging for everyone. This was an injustice too far though. Stampy stepped forward and flared his nostrils.
“Babbehs am STAMPY’S BABBEHS! Nu am yews!” He told Jet, narrowing his eyes. He was a pegasus! If he needed to, his wings could get him out of trouble. Stampy was sure of it!
“Stoopi dummeh!” Jet ran forward, ramming directly into Stampy. The stallion, by this point, was malnourished. The unicorn’s horn went directly into his side. He squealed, flopping over, bleeding. It took him a moment back he was back off the ground, wings rapidly beating.
“Hewp wingies! Wet Stampy fwy!” He said valiantly, kicking forward in a run and trying to flap away. A small jump sent him into the air and for a glorious moment he felt as if he’d take to the skies and get away from the meanie babbeh stealer. Instead he went face-first into the concrete paving of the shelter area, wings still flapping at the air uselessly. Jet walked up to him.
“Dummeh am nu daddeh. Yew am nummie getter!” Bending down and getting a mouthful of Stampy’s wings, the stallion tore them away a bit at a time after stomping a hoof down on his back so he couldn’t flop away. Stampy squealed in pain and fear, eventually shitting him right then and there. Horrifyingly enough, HIS babbehs were cheering that he was being mutilated. They were cheering on their fake daddeh!
“Daddeh am bestest daddeh! YAAAYYYY!” Cried out a little pegasus that looked just like him. Stampy pressed his face to the cement and cried pitifully as his wings were reduced to bloody stumps. Jet huffed, taking him by the mane and dragging him outside the shelter.
“Yew get bestest nummies ‘o Jet gib yew fowebbah sweepies! NEBA see babbehs!” The unicorn glared down at him, and the now dewinged pegasus just nodded and didn’t question it.
So that’s how it went for a long while. Stampy never got to see his children ever again. When he went to deliver the nummies to the nest, he wasn’t allowed in. Jet would stand at the entrance and make him drop the food and he was off again. Back to find more or to creep back into the bush which he had for his own nest.
One day he was scrounging around his usual haunt of trashcans, nosing around for any food scraps he could find. That was when a yellow & pink mare along with a blue & yellow pegasus stallion came trotting up to him. Those were his babbehs! It had been so long, but he knew their smells and still remembered how they looked. They were a lot bigger now. They were even bigger than him now! Though that might be because most nummies went to Jet and Dolly. Stampy gave a happy waggle of his tail.
“Babbehs! Memba daddeh? Am yew daddeh!” He teared up from happiness. The mare looked away in disgust. By this point, Stampy was all bones. He was covered in leaf litter, shit, cigarette butts were sticking out of his fur. The pegasus stepped forward.
“Scawy nu-pwetty fwuffy nu am daddeh! Yew gib scawdies tu sissy!” He exclaimed, and Stampy raised a hoof.
“Buh…buh am daddeh.” That was enough for the much healthier pegasus to come charging forward and bring his hooves down on Stampy’s head, the stallion so surprised by it that he went to the ground with a splaying of his limbs. He looked up to his son.
“Pwease nu! Yew am nice babbeh! Nu huwt daddeh!” He squealed out for mercy, but a flurry of hooves rained down on top of him. The stallion was too weak from malnutrition to even put up a fight. Instead he laid there and took the hooves to the head and back. Blood puddled out on the sidewalk and Stampy would twitch around with seizures, having sustained massive brain damage. His vision was going blurry and the last thing he got to see, finally, were his children. Walking away forever.
Well you live and you learn
