[You are a black alicorn babeh]
Not only life made you look like poopie but also made you into a monsta, but hey, at least you are still alive.
You have many heawt huwties daily, this because you are constantly bullied from your moma and bestest bwoda.
Your bestest bwoda is a big meanie, purple lardy smarty brat, with bulging yellow eyes who wait no second to insult you…
He’s strange… Sometimes his eyes crosses like a derpy and sometimes he act like a sensitive babeh… but no matter what, he’s still a big meany.
He’s a true pain in the ass, but you are forced to love him otherwise mama wont feed you.
Your moma is also strange… she calls you poopie monsta bebeh but she doesnt give you foweve sweepies… instead she beats and makes you dance tirelessly until you cant move anymore, while bestest bwoda drinks all the milkies and laugh at you…
Another strange thing, when bestest bwoda’s asleep, moma treats you like any other babe giving you lots of wov an’ huggies an’ miwkies… you do have a stwange mama…
Even tho she has lots of nummies, she’s always very hungry and very skinny and has a thick strange wawa coming from her tawkie pwace…
You once had other bwodas and sissies and even a daddeh, but they gone… moma made ‘em into nummies for making miwkies for bestest bwoda.
Your mom is disgusted by you but at the same time she doesn’t want you to take foweva sweepies.
But your brother want to, any time you two are close, he tries to kill you…
Luckily for you, he fails every times because he’s too fat and chubby and gets tired very fast.
With a daily constant mental and physical bullying, you want to run away but… where could you go?
Anywhere you’ll go, you probably get squashed by a walking hoomie or killed by another fluffy…
No matter what you do, in a way or another, you are doomed for life.
— —
[You are Michael]
Just an average dude with an peculiar and very annoying job.
A fluffy party clown… yeah… its disbelieving how hugboxers are willing to spend their money to make their shitrats happy… but hey, as long as you can pay for a roof, you’re fine with it…
It’s midnight and you just returned from work more dead than alive… the only thing you’re thinking right now is to go to bed.
Leftover Chinese food for dinner (yeey), wash, put on pajama, watch some tv and finally go to bed… finally silence…
…it doesn’t last long enough…
You hear a -thump-… like something has hit the front door.
You’re too tired to check and fall asleep again… but suddenly you hear several other -thumps- followed by a louder one and this time it sounds like the door got open.
“Great a burglar… the last thing i really needed today…”
Annoyed, you grab the first thing it come in hands and go check downstair… turn on the lights and there you see… a fluffy?… what the-…
Somehow a fluffy managed to open your front door and… by the amount of blood on the door, it probably smashed its head to open it.
This is new… you are both surprised and concerned.
“Uuuh excuse me… what the actual fuck are you doing in my house?..”
That’s a strange looking fluffy… it act like you’re not there and slowly walks through towards your kitchen… its probably following the smell of your dinner, you try to stop that fluffy by grabbing it’s tail… no reactions at all… the fluffy still walks forward and at one point the tail simply rips off… blood all over the floor…
Disgusted you throw away that tail… then you see a big purple lump of fat on its back and a smaller black one helplessly following it, probably its foals.
You try to pick up the black one, it peeps in fear and finally the skinny fluffy turns around like it woke up from a deep sleepwalking.
(Surprised fluffy): “Huh?!… a nice mista?… hewwo nice mista, fwuffi am a mama”
she says while slowly walking towards you
“nice mista has nummies?… pwease giv nummies so moma can make milkies fo bestest babbeh”
“Get the fuck out my house you… you… whatever the fuck you are…”
You see, that fluffy is not a normal one, she so skinny you can see her bones sticking out, her eyes are a deep red color and theres a thick foam coming out her mouth.
(Concerned fluffy): “Pwese no use bad wordies, am mama an’ no wan babes to weawn bad wordies, oh this is ma bestest bebeh”
she’s bold enough to scold you… then ignores you and pick up that abominable ball of lard she calls her babe to make you look at.
(Proud lardass): “Ye bebeh am mama bestest babeh, dumme daddeh giv bestest nummies to mama fo make milkies ow get sowwy ouwies”
That little turd act all tough but as soon as he lands his eyes on your annoyed face he shuts immediately.
“…Ugh… (fucking ugly)… so uh ok… is… is this black one yours too??”
“Ugh, yeah… poopie monsta bebeh am moma bebeh”
she looks at it with disgust pocking it.
“Hey dont do that”
You like that little fluffy, he’s completely black with a visible growing grey mane, his eyes are a cool deep red color… wings and a horn… you want that alicorn.
You grab the little guy, he’s trembling in terror but he’s too weak and tired to do anything… just leash a little scaredy pee nothing else, you softly pat his head, put it closer to you and whisper
“hey lil one are you ok? you seem very weak, you need medications and some milk now…”
At the word milk, the black babeh rises its head and in a soft cry tries to thank you… but also the mare and the other babeh have heard that and promptly rush towards you making you almost loose balance and loosing grip on the black babeh making it fall.
“What the hell?!?”
you shout kicking away the mere and grabbing mid-air the little black one.
(Scared mere):“Noooo bestest babeh! Am ou otai?”
(Scared lardass): “scree -peep peep- moma hewp bestest babe …huu… bestest babeh am huwties”
the purple lardass cries, he just fell on his back and cant move, god he’s stupid… but more than that he seems ok.
(Sad mere): “Why daddeh giv hurties to mama an’ bestest babeh, bebes aw fo wov an’ huggies huu huu”
Already calling you daddeh eh?
she pick up that purple tumor and come closer to you once again while trying to do her best sad puppy face impression …
She’s quite stubborns, but you got an idea…
“Uuh yeah, i did that because it was a trial and uuhhh… you and your beautiful (ugh) babeh have passed it…
i’ll tell you a secret… in reality… “
throw smoke ninja bomb on your feet
“i’m a SKETTI GENIE!”
The tree rises their head to you gasping loudly, even the lil black one seems happy.
(Happy mere): “daddeh am Sketti genie? This Am mama bestest day evew!”
Uuuh ye-yeah and I… I will grant you one wish each… [you shout loud]
“Yeeey, moma wa-…”
You stop the mere mid sentence by pressing on her nose
“a-ta-ta-ta… first your bebes, starting from the little one (he seems more in need)… but before you say anything… BEWARE ON WHAT YOU WISH FOR or you might regret it…”
you shout louder hoping none of the neighbors woken up.
“Alright little one, what do you wish?”
The black babeh looks at you and whispers
(Tired black babe): “poopie babes jus… jus wan som wov…”
[you smile] “aaah, thats a great wish lil one, I grant you this one (for free)”
“-Gasp-” [the little one smiles at you]
(Annoyed mere): -grunt-, stopie dummy poopie monsta babeh wastes a wish, soon moma gon giv you sorry ouwies…
The mere mumbles but when she notices you looking her bad she’s immediately stops.
“Speak one more time without my consent, and i’ll break your fucking neck…
Now it’s the purple one turn.”
you pick him up and… oh god… its even uglier up close and… aaagw… it like trying keeping a water balloon steady in your hands… and the smell… who made you do this?…
The little [insert insult here] -yeeey- so hard his face turn red and starts shitting all over the place… i-its like a fire hose of shit…
“Oooh god… alright… what do you want you little turd?..”
(Loud happy shittopotamus): “Oh oh oh, bestest bebeh wan to fwy”
“Oh… ok…”
you go outside and get in position
“Are you ready lil guy? Go fly”
you perform a long shot so good you start thinking you should became a baseball player.
He so retarded he doesnt even know in what situation he’s in, even his mom doesnt seem too bothered and just -yey- and clap her hoofs for him…
(Happy Turdemort): “Yeeeeeey woook moomaa, bestest babeh am fwyin yeee-aaack”
When landing, the purple shitrat hits the asphalt so hard it literally explode on impact, like when you smash a tick full of blood.
Blood, shit n’ piss, bones and flesh and whatever he had in his stomach splattered all over the road… It’s a glorious mess.
(Terrified mere): “BESTEST BABE NAAAOOOO”
The mare rushes at whatever its left of her bestest babe crying loudly
(Crying mere): “whyyy bestest babeh… nuuu huuu no take foweva sleepiee huuu huuuu” [pain fluffy noises]
“…Welp… i did told him to beware… now it comes to you.”
you crouch near the mere trying to holding your wheezings and whisper
“what do you wish the most?”
The mere looks at you crying, the foam in her mouth became thicker
(Devastated mere): “moma… moma jus wan bestest babeh back huuu huu… pweese sketti genie…” [cry noises].
“Aight”
you go inside, pick up the black babe, return outside and place it between her mother legs.
“There you go… he wanted love and by your fluffy logic now that the bestest bebe gone the last one is now your new bestest babe…”
the mere looks at you in shock, agony and disbelief…
“Dont look at me like that… you wanted your bestest back right?”
“… Poopie babeh am bestest babeh? … but poopie babeh am no bestest bebeh…poopie babe am wostest babe… but bestest babe gon… poopie babe am moma new bestest bebe?!? no no no”
she continues this babble for a while.
Then you hear a loud angry voice
(Annoyed landlord): “OI, WHAT ARE THESE NOISES?!”
Oh no, uncle Tom woke up…
“BLOODY HELL!?! MICHAEL WHATS ALL THIS MESS!!!”
…And he saw all that master piece…
“Oh hi uncle”
(Annoyed Tom): “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE BOY… ITS 3AM!”
“Uuuh nothing… am just forcing a mere to love his last baby”
But Before Tom could response, you both hear a loud scream coming from the mere
“SCREEEEEE NAAAOOOO POOPIE BABEH AM WOWSTEST AN MONSTA BEBEH”
MOMA GON GIV FOWEVA SLEEPIE TO-… UH?!”
you quickly -yoink- the little guy out her legs and as soon as you get away form her, she screams even louder and starts ramming against you.
“GIV BACK BEBEEEEEEE!!!”
Hol’don… didnt she just wanted to kill him few seconds ago?… Now he’s suddenly became her babe?… wh-what is going on?!?
Tom kick her in the stomach making her fly away, she slams to the ground breaking her spine and several other bones but… somehow she gets up once again.
Its a nightmarish vision, thicker bloody foam, bulging red eyes, her neck is clearly broken as her head is dangling back and forth but even that doesnt stop her to ram against you once again.
You just concernedly stare at her, you’ve never seen anything like this, but as soon as shes gets closer, you kick her again, this time as strong as you can, hitting her head and detaching it from the body.
Both fell to the ground.
-hanf hanf- babeggg graglll… [walking dead sounds]
Both head and body still twitching… 1… 2… 6… 10 seconds passes and it finally stops.
You, Tom and the black foal look at each other, not knowing what to feel… terror? Concern?.. the only thing you all say is
“What the fuck”.
You hear a growling sound coming from the balck foal… You look at him smiling and ask
“uuuh so, whats do you wish?”
— —
Little time skip:
You named the little foal Dragoon, he grew into a strong and healthy alicorn stallion.
When alone or with other fluffies, he some times shows some episodes of paranoia and thick foam from his mouth like his mother, but nothing too concerning, he calms down whenever he’s with you.
After all that he gone through… poor lad…