You have no name. You are one of many babbies in a large nest. This is your world. A world of mommies and their babies, where every tit is overflowing with milk and no one wants for anything. The song of your people greets your ears every bright-time, the affectionate warmth of love and joy. From birth, it is all you know. There’s humans out there, they sometimes bring gifts, sometimes they take someone away, but most times they just watch through the see-through stuff that surrounds the nest. Your mother is a beautiful mare, pink like… you’ve never seen anything to compare it to, but she’s the only pink one. She’s your mummah, and all you have is each other.
In the rare moments they take someone, it always shakes the herd up. Mothers hold their babies a little more tightly than normal, and there’s always tears. It is during these moments that your own mother tends to clutch tight to you, she cradles you within her big arms and it always brings you joy. The other mothers try to be more hopeful, they say that it is for the best when it happens. Fluffies need daddehs and mummahs. It’s just the way of things. Even if it makes them cry. Your own mother says nothing. She just holds you close. Sometimes, she hugs a little too tightly, but you never complain, hugs are always good.
Eventually, you stop seeking your mother out for milk. The pain in your gums starts to grow, a pain that ebbs away when you chew on something. Then, teeth. Hard things that erupt from your gums, and with that comes the urge to try out kibble. Kibble tastes surprisingly good. You are excited by this, quickly saying to your mother with a proud smile.
“Mummah, fwuffeh num big fwuffeh nummies!”
Even though you are so excited for it, the look on her face worries you. Why isn’t she happy too? She says nothing, and cries quietly. It hurts to see her so sad. All you can do is waddle to her side and hug her, “Wai mummah hab saddies?”
She says nothing. All you can do is hug, wishing for the power to make all her tears go away, and that she can be happy again. The day passed, and a familiar face came to visit. There’s a magical window that they use to enter the nest, otherwise they can’t do anything. Without that window, fluffies are safe, but the window is the only way for the nice humans to bring food and water. Some fluffies want daddies, some wish to interact with the humans and for all those things that fluffies love to do. Humans are supposed to be able to give the best huggies, they are supposed to fill you with the best love, and it’s supposed to be amazing.
Of course, the window opened the world up all the more, maybe there might even be sketties out there. That magical word that all fluffies knew by heart, that magical ambrosia that could permanently erase all sadness and make a fluffy happy forever. Yet, you didn’t get any of that. The hand came down, and started to take fluffies out. It started to take out some of the foals, selectively pulling out each and looking into their mouths. Some are put back, but they seem to be taking the bigger foals. There was no argument, no complaint, and when it came for you, you don’t know what to do.
Your mother does nothing, except just cry. And that hurt more than anything else. You want to say something, anything, but all the words stay in your throat. Mouth wide open, you just let out a silent scream as the human lifts you from your whole world. And into a mysterious place, beyond the cage, you see so much more than you’ve ever seen before. Strange lights, strange things, and he touches your mouth. Pulling your lips gently back, upon seeing your teeth, he says nothing. You are lowered into a brown box, full of crying foals much like yourself. That part brought the most fear to all of you, “FWUFFEHS NU BAD! NU SOWWYBOX PWEASE!”
“It’s not a fucking sorrybox, you idiots.”
The words fell upon deaf ears, it must be a sorrybox, it has all the things that a sorrybox needs. The human sounds very angry, perhaps that’s the reason why they’re getting put in here? Did all the babies do something to offend the human? You wished that you can do something to make him happy again. If you can, you would give him the biggest hug possible. Hugs make everything all better. You wish you can make it all better. A wish that never came true, he just shut all of you inside, in the darkness where the monsters live.
This darkness didn’t last, it shook, tumbling fluffies around in it, letting their bowels loose and covering the others like yourself in filth. It stopped shaking, opening up into a blinding new world, one where each fluffy got pulled into. A place that you found yourself getting abducted into. The blinding world that made your eyes shut, so you fell into it much like a newborn. Only with your other senses allowing you to understand what’s happening.
It smells clean, much cleaner than the box, and it feels so cool to the touch. A cool smooth ground that’s hard, and damp. The human said nothing, he did something and you felt a sudden blast of wetness and chill consume your little body, “Wawa bad fo’ fwuffehs!”
It came out of your mouth without any thought behind it. You didn’t mean to say those words, but they just came out. And it took you a minute to register their meaning. You are getting wet. The water gradually began to get warmer, and the human put something into your fluff, it smells really nice. A scent that you knew well, the smell of your mommy. All the adult fluffies smelled like this. The smell fills you with nostalgia, and that nostalgia stops all the fear in your heart. Cooing softly, you quickly just melt in his hold, allowing the human to dry and move you without fuss.
After being dried, he places you into a new box with the other fluffies, and all of you are taken to a new place. Much different from your first home, it is many boxes with windows on the front. In this place, it’s just you and two other fluffies like yourself. Two fillies, a lavender earthy and a light pink unicorn. You wonder about your own color, looking at your hands, you notice that the fluff is pale gray. They sit with you, all three of you just staring out at the new world you’re a part of. Humans come, and they go. More than what you’re used to in the nursery. It’s much smaller too. A few toys here and there, water and kibble, but not a lot else.
You miss home, you miss your mother, the other foals and mothers that just made life comfortable. A part of you wishes that someone can take you from here. No one ever does. They take other fluffies, but never look at you. Gradually, time wears on, the foals you’re with find people that want them. Humans that take them away, and you’re left alone. Alone to cry, and wish for better days. Until…
“Dammit, we lost a breeding mare.”
“Which one? What happened?”
“The pink one, she had a miscarriage and just bled out.”
“She was getting there in years, I’m not surprised she had complications. What are you going to do?”
“Find a replacement, hopefully. Any good ones in the cages that we can pick from?”
“Most of them are too young, but I think that… this one should have a mare we can use.”
You open your eyes to see two big faces staring at you from the window. The sight terrifies you into squealing, jumping away from the big faces and turning to the wall to hide. Covering your face, you can only wish that they can’t see you. It should be familiar, they do this all the time, but it is always for someone else. Yet, there’s no one else. No one, except… You move your hooves back a little, the hand reaching for you, and hope starts to warm your heart. Only fluffies that are getting parents get taken away. Maybe…
“Nice hooman wan’ be nyu daddeh fo’ fwuffe-”
“Shut up, you’ve got a new job to do.”
“Otay…”
It broke your heart to be rejected like that, but you are curious… What are the humans going to do with you? They carry you out, taking you a long ways from your new home. Into a familiar place, cold and full of cages, but the smell is the most familiar thing about it. A smell you remember from foalhood.
“She’s never been bred before, so we are going to need to take this slowly.”
“Why can’t we just let the stallion fuck her and be done with it?”
“Idiot, the more stress you put on a mare, the more likely it won’t take. These things can be very fickle. It’s going to be hard enough that she hasn’t gone through this before. There’s a good chance some of them might not make it anyways.”
“Fine. Who will we pick for her?”
“Going by her colors, I’d pick Little Green. He’s also a pegasus which might get some good buyers. It’s hard to tell what colors they’ll make though.”
“I’ll get him then.”
You don’t really understand what they’re talking about, one of the humans leaves the area, it’s just you and a human with a very fuzzy face. You’ve never seen humans with fluff on their faces, it confuses you, but you smile up at him. He leans down, petting your fluff gently, “Little girl. We’re going to ask a big favor of you.”
“Otay, fwuffeh wan’ be good fo’ nice mistah.”
“Do you want to be a mommy?”
Those words, it’s strange, but they fill your heart with so much happiness. Of course, you want to be a mummah. You want babies, who doesn’t want babies? “Yah! Fwuffeh wan’ babbehs!”
You’re so excited, you even do a little dance of joy in the pen they’ve made for you. “Do fwuffeh hab speshuw-fwien’ den?”
“No. You’ll get a stallion who will make babies with you, and you’ll get to be with the other mothers. He won’t come with you.”
“Oh, otay. Stiww hab mostest heawt-happehs fo’ babbehs.”
He gives you another pet, calling you a good girl, and that warms your heart even more. This is the best day ever.
The human returns with a fluffy, a handsome fluffy with beautiful green fluff, and amazing wings that just captivate your eyes. There’s no way he’ll make babies with you. He’s too pretty. He’s set down with you, he looks around for a moment and you can tell that he’s just as shy as you are. He walks over and smiles nervously, “Nice meetcha. Am cawwed Widdwe Gween.”
“Nice ta meet yu too. Fwuffeh hab nu namesies.”
He gives you a nice hug, and just sits with you. The two of you talk for a moment, more babbling about different things, and he finally asks, “Do fwuffeh wan’ hab speshuw-huggies wit’ Widdwe Gween?”
“Fwuffeh wan’ speshuw-huggies.”
The two humans just watch from afar, the younger looking one lets out a relief sigh.
“About fucking time. I’ve been here for fifteen minutes listening-”
“Shut up and let them do their thing.”
You both get to work, you’re inexperienced, but it just feels instinctual from this point. You present yourself to him, and he… climbs ontop of you. It feels weird, but you just take it without complaint. After a couple minutes, he removes himself from you, and you waddle over towards the two humans with a happy look on your face. Finally, you’ll be a soon-mummah. The fuzzy faced human leans down to pick you up, “Come on, little one.”
Time passes, you’re with the new mothers in the place that you remember being a foal in. The large nest that all mothers get to live in. With the see-through windows, and it just felt like a heaven that you’ve long forgotten about. Where was your mother though? You missed her so much. The other mares didn’t seem to notice you, but that’s okay. All that matters is babies after all. You can already feel your tummy growing. The little things that let you know that you’re going to be a mother too. Your whole disposition changes, you start to sing little songs you remember your mother singing to you as a foal. Your hooves rest upon your tummy, cradling it and giving it little strokes of comfort.
The fuzzy faced human checks on you now and again, but you start seeing less of him. The younger one comes around more often, you don’t like him as much because he’s usually mean to you. He likes to say mean things, and just looks at you like you’re made out of bad poopies. Your tummy keeps growing with every passing day, you can’t wait to see them. Eventually, you find walking to get food to be difficult, your tummy is dragging against the cedar chips. All you can do is cradle your poor tummy, apologizing to your unborn babies, afraid that you might have hurt them.
It’s only a few days later that you start to feel something painful. Painful contractions, you can’t describe them, but your mouth just blurts out, “BIGGEST POOPIES!”
The two humans run over, you didn’t mean to make a mess. It just happened. You want to say something, but you just watch them look at what you’ve done and talk to each other.
“Fuck, they’re dead.”
“Not all of them, but we’ll need to clean this up.”
That doesn’t make sense, you turn to look at the poopies, but they’re not poopies. Babies! You have so many babies! You quickly go to work cleaning up after them, but… the first one you grab isn’t moving. “Babbeh? Wai nu chiwpies?”
He hangs limp in your hooves, you gaze over at the others, and it hurts your heart. Each one dead, but one moves in the mess and you smile, “Chiwpy babbeh… mummah hab babbeh.”
Setting him down, he latches onto your teat, you look at the others. They’re different colors, laying in a pile of afterbirth, you touch them gently. A purple one, another green one, and… this one looks like you. You hold the little baby up, she doesn’t move, her head lulling back, mouth hanging open. It takes you a moment for the pain of their loss to take hold. Tears begin to fill your eyes, you can only hug the little body close to your heart. In silence, you hear the other mothers waddle over to you and one gently nuzzles your cheek. Their voices cutting the silence with their sympathy and understanding.
“No mummah ebah wan’ dis.”
“Dey in skettiwand nao. Dey in bettah pwace.”
All you can do is cry, you have your last baby, but you miss the others. Gradually, you move on, the dead babies are cleaned up from the nest along with the bad fluids that you left behind. All you can do is love and raise your only baby. He’s your world. And he’s such a handsome baby boy. He takes so much after his daddy. Oh, he even has little wingies, he’s your wingie baby! You are happy to be with such wonderful mothers. They are so understanding, they care so much for their babies too. One of the other mothers even has… you didn’t understand it, how can a baby be a wingie and a pointy baby? It scares you a little, but the mother is quick to say, “Aww babbehs awe guud babbehs. Eben “wingie an’ pointy” babbehs and poopeh-babbehs.”
It takes time to let it sink in, but you agree with her. It makes sense. Babies can never be bad. Even though you felt a subconscious revoltion towards this creature, you had to remember that his mother is the same mother that consoled you during your moment of grief. You look at your little green boy, and smile at him. Perhaps, he could have been a wingie-pointy baby, but he’ll always be your angel. You just marvel at how smart the other mothers can be. They always are quick to stand up for each other, listen whenever terrible things happen, and they seem so much like a herd. Like the herd you remember from your foalhood.
“I’ll take that green one over there.”
“That one?”
You hear voices outside the see-through nest windows, but you try to ignore them. Instead, you start to sing, your heart so full of love and warmth. It keeps going even as the foals start to talk and babble about a “nyu daddeh” coming here. That’s stupid, they’re too little for that, it might be a human getting ready to clean some of the messes they’ve left around. You remember that one of them made bad poopies near the kibble bowl.
The warmth and joy you felt is immediately killed with a sudden blur of color reaching down, snatching away your little baby from your teat. His mouth dribbling out milk, the little foal squeals as he’s carried out into the light. No, that’s not right. He’s too small! You struggle to get up from your seated position on the bedding, but it’s hard. Rolling over onto your feet, you waddle after the human’s hand. After your baby. All you can do is cry out in hysterics, “Bad upsies! Babbeh too smaww fo’ upsies! Nee’ mummah! Gib babbeh backsies!”
He doesn’t seem to listen, you push against the invisible wall keeping you from your child, staring out at the large man with your baby. They talk to each other, you don’t really know what they’re saying, but you are hoping that the human might have a change of heart. The human he’s talking to leaves, and he leans over towards you, your baby still in his hand. A smile creeping up on his face, nothing like what you’re used to. It is a terrifying smile, one that hurts you to look at, but you need to for the sake of your baby.
“Pwease, nice mistah. Gib babbeh tu mummah. Babbeh too smaww. Nee’ mummah fo’ wub an’ miwkies. Dewe oddah fwuffehs dat nee’ nyu daddeh, bu’ babbeh nee’ mummah. Pwease.”
Why can’t he realize that this is a mistake? Babies need their mothers, that’s something everything should just know. You knew there are other babies, much older ones that are probably ready to find their own daddies. Why not take one of them? You think it over, maybe, “Den… take mummah too. Babbeh nee’ mummah an’ mummah nee’ babbeh. Nyu daddeh wan’ mummah an’ babbeh?”
“No.”
“Pwease?”
You struggle, and you try, but there is nothing that can stop him. It hurts, but he just smiles down upon you with those cold eyes. Eyes that don’t see you as a living creature. They just hurt to look at. It all hurts too much.
“I’ll tell you what I will be doing. He’ll be coming with me, and you will get to stay here and sob like the little bitch that you are.”
There’s no way you can fight this. Your hooves just rest on the barrier separating you from your foal. There’s nothing you can do, and it’s too much. You fall backwards, sitting against the wood chips with a broken look of defeat. In your head, you remember what your mother looked like when you were taken away. Did she feel like this too? Are humans this cruel? It’s hard to think of anything worse than this. Losing your child. You didn’t want to go through this again. Losing all your other babies was hard enough, but this is just too cruel. Your thoughts are taken by a sudden rapping of a finger against the glass, he looks into your eyes, “There, there. I’m not a heartless monster. I’ll give you a chance to save him.”
“Wha can fwuffeh do?”
He points over at the other mothers and their foals, “You see the other mummahs? I bet they have babies that might be better than this one. A wonderful chirpy baby that might make me decide to give yours back. You just need to find it, and bring it to me. Get me a bestest chirpy, and I’ll give yours back.”
“P-pwomise?”
“I promise. But you must get me the bestest you can find. If you bring a poopy or dummy baby, I’ll be angry and I’ll do something terrible to your baby.”
You hear your baby cry in pain, he’s squishing him! He coughs up a little more milk, and you steel yourself. There’s no time to waste. You need to rescue your baby. You turn back to the other mothers, there’s only one baby you can think of that might be worth more than yours. Many humans like wingie and pointy babies. It’s something that the two humans that frequent your cage like to talk about. There’s only one here that you thought a human might want. You waddle to them, and you look at the mother while she’s nursing her foal. They’ll understand. They have to. You had no choice.
The human takes your prize, you watch it get carried away, and sit back with hope in your eyes, “Pwease, gib mummah back babbeh.”
“I changed my mind.”
He holds both within his hands, smiling down at them, and he leans back to you, “I’ll be taking both of them, best of luck.”
The smile he gives as he turns away, you just feel your blood turn cold, he walks off with your baby still in his hands. Your only baby.
So in shock that you fail to notice the other mothers beginning to surround you. Full of righteous fury, you look back to see their heated glares. Fear grips your heart, you hold your hooves up to try and calm them, but they just jump for you, “BAD FWUFFEH STOWE BABBEH FWOM GUUD MUMMAH!”
No, they don’t understand! You had to do something to save your baby. “Wowstest fwuffeh! HATECHU!”
One of them hits your face with a strong strike with their hoof, it might not have done much to a human, but for a fluffy it’s just the same as a punch. You fall back against the wall, blood dripping down your nose, another hits your gut. The heat of their breath burns, you struggle to defend yourself, “Nu! Nu bad fwuffy, nu bad mummah!”
More hooves, teeth biting at your exposed fluff, tearing and nipping. Wet with blood and struggling to keep standing even as your legs start to give out. Another firm kick shatters some of your teeth, you fall onto the ground and then a blast of feces smothers your face. You struggle to breathe, it hurts, it all hurts so much. They trample you, they kick, they scream and attack. And you’re left wondering… would your mother have done this? Why is no one helping you? Didn’t you do the right thing? It all stops with a sudden kick to the head, and the world goes dark.
The next thing you remember, you’re in complete darkness, laying on your side. It smells foul, worse than poopies, it makes you want to gag. You want to cover your nose, but you can’t. Nothing works right, your legs don’t move, your eyes seem to see nothing in the inky blackness. This isn’t the nest. Very different from before. The familiar wood bedding now hard, sharp and it hurts. Your legs twitch and pain shoots through them. Above your head, you are blinded by overwhelming light, and two faces look down upon your broken form, “There she is. She pissed off the other mothers and they fucked her up royally.”
One of them is the fuzzy faced man, he looks down at you for a moment and sighs, “At least, she’s not one of our good breeder mares. We can replace her easily.”
The lid is shut over you, you can’t even say anything to the nice man. Trying to move your mouth, all that comes out is blood and broken bits of teeth. Coughing heavily, you just lay there, thinking about your mother. You miss her. You miss being a baby. Life was good as a baby. Now, you can’t even suckle on your hoof. Tears fill your eyes, you never wanted a life like this. Aren’t fluffies supposed to be good? Aren’t humans supposed to love them? Why did all of this happen? Why? What will happen to you now? You can’t run or play anymore. It all hurts. It all hurts so much.
The heavens above open back up, you look into the light only for filth to rain upon you. Heavy amounts of soiled bedding, the rot of old food, and some little bodies amongst the filth. Little foals. And then heavier things join in. Heavy bodies that you can’t see. The light fades away. You’re crushed under all the garbage. Struggling to breathe. Staring ahead at the dead foal that’s right before your face. It looks like its still asleep. Weakly, you try to sing, “Mu-…mu…wub…ba-behs…bab…ehs…wub…mum…”
You try to stroke its face, but the weight just keeps you from doing anything. It’s hard to keep singing, everything hurts, and your eyes are getting heavy. More coughing, wheezing heavily, shuddering as the world starts to feel distant. You’re just stuck staring at that lifeless foal, and you think about your own. Tears run down your face, staring into its empty glazed eyes. It must have been just a chirpy baby. Just a baby. You just shut your eyes, and welcome the darkness that encroaches upon you. Everything hurts, but your heart hurts the most. And now you’re left to stare at your failures.
Each day comes and it goes, the moments when the pain is at its greatest, you are left to stare at the dead foal. It smells foul, like everything else in this terrible place, and strange little flitting creatures fly around. You can’t see them, but you can hear them, and feel them. They tickle your wounds, and occasionally you can see one run across the foal’s eyes. It changes every day, it moves a little every now and then, soft wet sounds and you feel distant from it all. When light fills the world, you can’t bear to look into it, and more things rain down upon you. Their weight pressing upon you, crushing you down more and more. Yet, you feel nothing. It all just feels like a distant dream.
Until you feel everything start to shake, the garbage and filth on your body settles as it quakes, squeezing against you until it hurts. You forgot about pain, about how to feel, all you could do was wait until you just stopped. Until you went forever asleep. Everything twists around, you start falling, your mangled and broken body limply falling out of the trash can. Into a bright world once more. The brightness you thought about. Is this skettiland? It’s blinding. You can only fall into it without any words. And you land upon something, upside down, back in the filth you thought you were escaping from.
Right before you is the dead foal, full of weird little white things that run through his mouth. Crawling all over his body. There’s loud beeping, you try to look at the source of the noise, and then things start to scream. A loud metallic scream you’ve never heard before, it terrifies you, and it starts to crush down upon you. You can’t let out a sound, silently screaming as you feel everything inside you begin to burst. In your last moments, you just want it all to stop. Which it does in one explosive finish as you’re finally crushed alive. And the garbage truck moves on.