Part Five and a Half
“Pwease, mummah, babbeh hab wowstest tummeh huwties! Pwease gib miwkies!”
“Nu! Bestest babbeh git miwkies fiwst, den yewwow babbeh! Nu 'nnoy mummah 'gain or mummah gib sowwy hoofsies!”
The emaciated yellow foal collapsed into a heap and began sobbing. Ignoring this, the pink mare looked down at her bestest babbeh, with his pretty red fluff and plump, healthy body, as he suckled for milk. As the yellow foal continued to roll around on the ground, the bestest babbeh stopped, looking up in confusion.
“Mummah! Nu mowe miwkies! Bestest babbeh wan mowe miwkies!”
“NUUUUUUU! Nu mowe miwkies means nu miwkies fow babbeh! Babbeh nu wan tummeh huwties! Nu wan forebah-sweepies! Babbeh nee’ miwkies!”
This only earned the yellow foal a kick, causing him to yelp in pain and scurry away as best he could, stomach growling. “Mummah am sowwy, bestest babbeh, nu hab mowe miwkies. Wen daddeh comes back wif nummies mummah wiww maek bestest miwkies for bestest babbeh.”
In the back of the reeking cardboard box that was their makeshift home, the last foal woke up from the commotion. Looking around, she didn’t see anything to alarm her, so she got up to get some food. “Nummies,”, she said, spotting a relatively fresh addition to the pile of waste.
“Nummies?” the yellow foal asked, desperate. “Poopie babbeh gib babbeh nummies?”
He made his way towards the heap, gagging a bit at the smell, but he was desperate. If he didn’t eat soon he knew he’d go forever-sleepies. The poopies didn’t look like nummies, but if the poopie babbeh could eat them maybe he could, too. Leaning down, he tried to muster the courage to take a bite.
“Nu! Yewwow babbeh nu num poopies! Onwy poopie babbehs num poopies!” the mare was livid, and delivered a sharp kick to the brown foal. “Dummeh poopie babbeh twyin’ maek yewwow babbeh poopie, tuu!”
The yellow foal stumbled back in horror. Then, with an expression of anger, he moved towards the brown foal, who was sobbing in a puddle of water, having rolled out of the nest from the force of the kick. “Nu wan be poopie babbeh! Gib poopie babbeh sowwy hoofsies!”
“Pwease nu mowe huwt!” the brown foal pleaded. “Onwy wan hewp!”
The mare readied herself to crush the offending foal, but at that moment a cry from the bestest babbeh distracted her. “Mummah! Bestest babbeh wan miwkies NAO!”
“Bu’ nu can maek miwkies wif nu nummies.” the mare tried to explain, but was shouted over with cries of “Wan miwkies! Dummeh mummah! Hatchu!”
“Nummies,” the mare said, looking at the brown foal with an expression of distaste, but moving closer nevertheless.
“Nu! Babbeh nu am fow nummies! Babbeh am fow huggies an’ wub!”
“Poopie babbeh am onwy fow num poopies!” the mare spat. “Mummah num weggies fow maek bestest miwkies for bestest babbeh!”
“NUUUUUUU! Babbeh nee’ weggies fow wun an’ pway an’ huggies!”
“Poopie babbeh nu am fow wun an’ pway an’ huggies! Am onwy fow num poopies an’ sowwy hoofsies an’ huwties!” the mare closed the distance to the feeble foal and bit down hard on one of her back legs. “Nu taste pwetty.”
“SCREEEEEEE! BABBEH NU AM NUMMIES! PWEASE NU NUM WEGGIES! BABBEH NEE’ WEGGIES!”
“Mummah!” the yellow foal called, and the brown foal looked at him with desperation. “Nu num poopie babbeh’s weggies!”
“Tank 'ou, bwudda!” the brown foal managed to gasp before another grinding bite from the mare’s dull teeth cracked the bone. “SCREEEEEEEEEE!”
“Wai nu num weggies? Poopie babbeh nu nee’ weggies an bestest babbeh nee’ miwkies!”
“Num aww poopie babbeh tu maek miwkies for babbeh tuu!”
The brown mare cried out, betrayal and agony ringing in her voice. “Nu. Poopie babbah am onwy fow miwkies fow bestest babbeh. Yewwow babbeh nu nee’ miwkies. Miwkies am onwy fow bestest babbeh!”
“Pwease! Pwease num aww poopie babbeh! Yewwow babbeh hab wowstest tummeh huwties!”
The mare didn’t respond and only doubled down on her attempts to remove the leg. The brown foal shrieked, but neither her mummah nor the other foals cared to help. Seeing a last chance, she cried out. “Pwease, nice mistuh! Sabe babbeh!”
The mare turned, but it was too late. The human had already taken the bestest babbeh from the nest! “Pwease, nice mistuh! Nu taek bestest babbeh! Taek poopie babbeh an’ yewwow babbeh! Bestest babbeh nee’ mummah!”
“What makes this fat turd the best foal?”
“Bestest nu am poopie babbeh! Bestest babbeh hab pwettiest cowows! Wook wike mummah an’ speciaw-fwiend!”
The bestest babbeh began to shriek in terror as, with a buzzing noise, bits of fluff began to fall down into the nest. “Pwease, buzzy-munstah! Nu taek fwuff! Bestest babbeh nee’ fwuff fow be bestest!”
“Nuuuuuu! Nu huwt bestest babbeh! Mummah gib wowstest huwties an’ forebah-sweepies!” The mare charged, but was met with a sharp kick that sent her rolling away with a howl of pain. Her demeanor changed from aggressive to pitiful. “Pwease, nice mistah! Nu huwt bestest babbeh! Am onwy gud babbeh mummah hab!”
She continued pleading, but her cries were ignored. Suddenly, her eyes set on the poopie babbeh. This was her fault! She’d distracted mummah! “Mummah gib poopie babbeh forebah-sweepies!”
“Oh no, you don’t, shitrat.” The words were accompanied by another sharp kick, badly
bruising one of the mare’s front legs. “SCREEEEEEE!”
“Oh, shut up. I saw what you were doing. Here, you can have your bestest back,” the bestest babbeh was tossed unceremoniously onto her.
“Wut am dis?”
“It’s your bestest babbeh.”
“Dis am ugwy nu-fwuff babbeh. Nu wan. Yewwow babbeh am bestest babbeh nao.”
“Nuuuuuuuu! Bestest babbeh nu am uwgy babbeh! Am bestest!”
“Babbeh am bestest? Can hab bestest miwkies an’ huggies an’ wub?”
“Yewwow babbeh am bestest babbeh. Mummah num ugwy babbeh’s weggies an’ poopie babbeh’s weggies fow maek bestest miwkies!”
“Nuuuuuuuuuu! PWEASE SABE BESTEST BABBEH!”
“Still doing that shit, huh? Tell you what, if you give me the ugly babbeh and the poopie babbeh, I’ll give you sketties.”
“Sketties? Otay, sketties am bettew nummies dan’ dummeh babbeh weggies.”
“We have a deal, then. Here,” the man put a bowl of sketties on the ground, scooped up the still-sobbing ex-bestest babbeh and the semi-conscious poopie babbeh, and carried them away.
“Dummeh hoomin gib sketties fow dummeh babbehs mummah nu eben wan!” the mare chuckled in glee. She began to devour the sketties, not even pausing for breath, but suddenly she froze. “Wai sketties gib moufie-huwties? Mummah nu wike! NU! NU MOWE HUWTIES! SCREEEEEEEEEEE!”
The mare ran frantically, looking for something, anything to relieve her from the sudden agony in her mouth. Without thinking, she ran into the road, where a car clipped her. Rolling away, trailing intestines and blood, still shrieking, she dragged herself back towards her nest, only to be crushed by a large truck and turned into a smear of gore and blood on the asphalt.
“Mummah! Nuuuuu! Bestest babbeh nee’ miwkies! MUMMAH!”
…
The yellow foal was barely conscious from hunger when his daddeh returned, carrying a meager harvest of random barely-edible trash. The stallion looked around the alley in confusion. “Wewe am speciaw-fwiend an’ bestest babbeh?” he asked, none-to-gently nudgint the foal.
“Bestest babbeh am nu bestest. Owd bestest wose fwuffy, am dummeh ugwy fwuffy. Meanie hoomin took bestest an’ poopie babbeh ‘way, gib mummah wowsest nummies an’ forebah-sweepies. Pwease, daddeh, bestest babbeh nee’ miwkies!”
“Nu hu hu! Speciaw-fwiend an’ babbehs am gone! Daddeh nu can gib miwkies! Daddeh sowwy!”
“Bu’ bestest babbeh nee’ miwkies! Bestest miwkies am fow bestest babbeh! Hatchu! SCREEEE!” the new bestest babbeh rolled around, throwing a tantrum.
The stallion stepped up to him and gave a heavy stomp. However, because of the foal’s rapid movements, he missed the body and only crushed the foal’s left legs. The screams of anger turned into cries of agony.
“SCREEEEEE! BABBEH HAB WOWSEST HUWTIES! WAI DADDEH HUWT BESTEST BABBEH?”
“Daddeh am sowwy,” the stallion sobbed. “Nu hab miwkies, bu’ nu wan babbeh tu suffew. Onwy wan babbeh tu gu forebah-sweepies soon, nu wan huwt!” He raised his hoof again, the now-immobilized foal struggling to avoid the inevitable. “Nu can du it! Pwease, bestest babbeh, fowgib daddeh! Nu mean maek babbeh huwt!”
The stallion ran, nearly blinded by tears at the loss of his family and his failure to give his last foal one final mercy. As far as he ran, he still heard the screams. “Pwease fowgib daddeh. Pwease fowgib daddeh. Pwease fowgib daddeh!” he cried to himself as he ran. But forgiveness never came.
…
“Pwease…bestest babbeh hab wowstest huwties…pwease hewp bestest babbeh…” the now-crippled foal pleaded to no-one, the gnawing hunger and crushed limbs each striving to cause him the most suffering.
“Oh hey there, little guy,” a voice called out to him.
“Hewp…bestest?”
“Well, I’m afraid those legs are too far gone, but I’ll see what I can do.”
“Gib…miwkies…nice…wady?” the foal was too far gone to even mourn the lost limbs.
“Oh, yes! I have the best ‘special’ milkies for you at home.”
“Tank 'ou, nice wady…”
“Oh, don’t thank me. Thank Crusher. I’m sure he’ll love to meet you, and give you all the special milkies you can take.”
It took a moment for the implications to sink in, but when they did the foal shrieked out in horror. “NUUUUUUUUUU! NU AM MAWE! NU WAN! NU WAN! SCREEEEEEE!”
“That’s what they all say. Crusher says it just makes it better.”
…
Rob held the two foals in his hands, one thrashing an screaming, the other languid and silent. Finally, a bestest babbeh of the very worst caliber! Breaking this one was going to be so much fun! As for the other, well, he had something different planned for her.
Whistling to himself, he carried the foals home. He chuckled, thinking about what he was going to do to the pair. I hope you two had enough of your old life, 'cause there are going to be some changes!
Part Seven
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