“Hehe, wen mummah see pwettiesh babbehs, she wub Wavanda gain.”
Lavender, a lilac coloured Alicorn with a pretty white mane, chuckled to herself as she thought about how stupid her mummy would be when she realised how dumb she was. Putting a pretty, perfect Fluffy like her in the stinky, stupid shed, and being a soon-mummah as well, it was the dumbest thing EVER. Oh how mummy would feel so stupid when she saw how wonderful and perfect her babbehs were, she would BEG Lavender for forgiveness, and Lavender would just laugh at her.
Looking back, Lavender barely remember how she got to the shed, she remembered convincing neighbouring stallion Harper to give her tummeh-babbehs (Well, convincing wasn’t the right word, she more just lifted her tail and he did the rest without asking). She remembered telling mummah that she was a soon-mummah and to be happy for her, she remembered mummah crying and screaming, but not happy screaming, this was ugly, sad screaming. She remembered giving sorry-poopies on mummah’s nice clean carpet, then she was in the shed, and had been for many forevers now.
Just about to enter her third trimester, Lavender could just about barely move herself, but the effort was hardly worth it, besides, mummah still gave her food and water, dummeh kibble food and warm water but still, she just hadn’t said anything to Lavender in two weeks.
Not that it mattered to Lavender, mummah would see how wrong she was soon enough.
Lavender was just starting to get hungry when she heard voices outside, mummah and another woman she didn’t recognise. She strained her ear to listen out, catching bits and pieces through the old wood of the shed.
“…you sure this is…, a little barbaric?”
“You called me Jen… uckin things don’t lea… second thoughts or…?”
“…can’t afford… don’t want… no other choice…”
The two women said some more words that Lavender couldn’t hear until eventually she heard their footsteps walking towards her. The door opened and rather than mummah, Lavender saw the other woman.
She didn’t recognise her, not one of mummah’s usual friends. She was tall, pretty – for a human – and with long blonde hair running down past her shoulders. The blonde woman said nothing for several seconds, she just stood there staring at Lavender in silence while she took a long, slow drag of her smokie-stick.
“Um… hewwo?”
The blonde woman smirked. “Hello there. You must be Lavender.”
Lavender nodded, smiling as she realised mummah must’ve told this nice lady how good of a Fluffy she was. “Dat wight, am Wavanda, an am soon-mummah.”
“I know, your mummy told me, in fact, that’s why I’m here. I have something special for you.”
The blonde woman reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out something, at first it looked circular but as Lavender looked closer she saw it was made and many smaller circles all squished together.
“Wha am dat?”
“This? This is a belt. Do you know what a belt is?”
Lavender shook her head.
“A belt is something humans wear around their tummies to make them look nice, I brought you this belt because I heard you were a soon-mummy and I wanted to make your tummy look nice for your babies.”
The blonde woman uncurled the belt and Lavender let out a loud ‘Ooooh’. One side of the belt was a deep, dark black, so shiny you could see your reflection, the other side had several silvery dots placed in neat sections with large white diamonds in the centre of each section.
What Lavender didn’t know was that the diamonds were plastic and the whole thing was bout for less than a fiver out of Claires Accessories, but it LOOKED expensive and expensive meant pretty.
“Am dat fow Wavanda?”
“It is indeed, would you like me to put it on you.”
Lavender immediately started bouncing with excitement. “YEHYEHYEH! Wavanda wan pwetty bewt!”
The blonde woman gave a fun looking smile before kneeling down and wrapping the belt around Lavender’s waist. Lavender giggled as she felt the smooth faux-leather material press snugly against her Fluff.
“Hehe, Wavanda wub pwetty bewt. Wavanda gun wook su pwetty an… gurk!”
Lavender choked out a small noise of pain as the blonde woman pulled the belt just a little too tightly across her belly.
“Be cawefuh dummeh wady, nu huwt tummeh-babbehs.”
“Oh I’m sorry.” The blonde replied in a monotone voice. “I was just trying to get the belt secured so it doesn’t fall off.”
“Weww nu su hawd, gib tummeh-babbehs huwties.”
“Don’t worry, they’re all I’m thinking about at the moment.”
“Dat gud, cos Wavanda gun hab bestesh babbehs wiv pwettiesh wingies, an spawkwy pointies, an dey be the smawtesh babbehs eba…AAAAKKKGGHHHHH!!”
SPLORT
Before Lavender could even realise what was happening to her, the blonde woman yanked the belt so tightly that her pregnancy bump was instantly suffocated back into the mare’s body. From one end, Lavender vomited the last day and a half’s worth of kibble that was still in her stomach, and from the other, a very wet, very blood squelch of fluids shot out of her vagina, followed closer by 5 barely formed foals who shot out with such force they practically liquified when they hit the hard wooden floor of the shed.
It took Lavender several seconds of coughing and wheezing before she realised anything was wrong, but once she had stopped trying to hack up her lungs, she immediately felt the emptiness in her tummy.
“Babbehs?”
She turned, and saw the horror that had burst from her body.
“NUUUUUHHHHHUUUUUHHUUUU!!! BABBEHS AM FOWEBA SWEEPIES!”
Lavender rushed forward, trying to hug the mushed pink blobs that would’ve been her children, but the unformed masses were too soft, too squishy to hold properly. As Lavender lifted one of the fleshy lumps to cuddle, its bottom half limply tore away and landed on the floor with a ‘plft’.
Lavender burst into tears, all of her babies were dead, never even getting the chance to live. As she sat there, wailing within the blood and mucus, the blonde woman lit up another cigarette.
“Well… that’s a shame isn’t it.”
Without waiting for a response, the blonde woman turned and left the shed, from outside and through her wailing, Lavender could just barely make out the woman talking to her mummy.
“…air warning… of a mess.”
“…don’t know if I can… how is….”
“How do you th… agreed upon… you clean….”
“…eave Victo… hanks, I guess.”
Whatever they were saying didn’t matter to Lavender, she just sat there crying and crying, barely even noticing when mummah entered the shed and started cleaning up the mess that was once her babies.
A couple of months later, Lavender was back in the shed.
Mummah had let her back in the house since she was no longer pregnant and the two had found enjoyment in each other’s company again. In fact, things were so good, Lavender thought the best thing to do was try again for babies.
Initially she was stuck since Harper had been neutered since their last adventure and was now depressed and boring, but an afternoon stroll around the garden and a passing feral stallion who could just reach her through the gaps in her fence did the trick and she rushed to tell mummah the good news.
More screaming, more crying, more time in the shed.
Lavender just couldn’t figure out why mummah was so upset by babbehs, weren’t babbehs the best thing ever? All this talk of ‘no room’ and ‘no money’ didn’t matter when precious little babbehs were involved.
It was just hitting the three week mark again when the shed door opened and Lavender saw the blonde woman again. Remembering what happened last time, Lavender screamed and shit herself at the sight of her.
“AAHHHH!!! STAY WAY, YU GIB BABBEHS FOWEVA SWEEPIES!”
“Calm down will you, that was an accident and I’m sorry. It was a bad belt, that’s all.”
“Yu… yu pwomise?”
“I promise, I would never do anything to hurt little babies. And look, I’ve brought you an even better belt, and this one a good belt, I swear.”
Tentatively, Lavender looked towards the rolled-up belt the blonde woman took out of her pocket, this one was even nicer than the last, covered in a soft pink fur, almost the same colour as her own Fluff, with tufts of sparkles dotted throughout and a bright, shining silver buckle on the end.
“Dat… dat du wook wike a gud bewt.”
“See? Now hold still and I’ll put it on.”
Lavender tensed up as she felt the first swipe of the fuzzy belt slide across her side, but then the soft fur tickled her slightly and she felt her worries disappear, even started to giggle as the blonde woman wrapped the belt around her body and started to buckle it. How could she have been so silly, obviously a good belt like this would never hurt her, she was absolutely fine and nothing abd could ever happen…
GGGRRAAAKKKKCCCHHHH
Another violent yank of the belt, another explosion of wet and bloody mucus blasted out of her backend, this time six pink blobs spurted out of her, all tiny, boneless lumps of skin that were squished into the floor.
Lavender heaved as vomit dribbled out of her mouth, the belt had been pulled so hard against her body that one of her ribs was fractured and part of her spine was out of alignment. The purple mare tried to run away from the pain but she crumpled over and fell onto her side, landing at just the right angle to see the bloodied and shit-stained mess of aborted foals behind her.
“Ba… Babbehs.” She weakly croaked out, trying to reach out but in too much pain to move.
The blonde woman casually rolled up the belt and stood up.
“Sorry bout that.” She said with a smile, before leaving the shed and leaving Lavender to wallow in her misery again.
The damage to Lavender’s bones wasn’t severe, but it did leave her bedridden for several weeks, by the time she was well enough to start walking around again, they were well into autumn.
So this time it was over three months before Lavender was knocked up again.
This time was different, new neighbours had arrived not long ago and brought a Fluffy pair with them, a stallion and a pregnant mare. Lavender’s mummah took her over for playtime, during which the stallion took Lavender away and begged her for special-huggies because his lumps hurt and he couldn’t give enfies to his special-friend because she was a soon-mummah.
Lavender hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was the right thing to do, if she might see the blonde woman again because of it. But her wish to be a mother override every other thought and she agreed, she hadn’t even finished saying yes before the stallion had mounted, humped and was done with her, then without even an acknowledgement of her, the stallion left to rejoin his mate.
The whole situation made her feel strange for reasons she didn’t understand, and Lavender asked her mummah not to let her play with them anymore but didn’t explain why. By the time Laveder’s mummah realised she was pregnant again, she had completely forgotten about the whole thing and just blamed Lavender for getting pregnant again without her permission, sending her to the shed once more.
Lavender hated that shed, and she hated it even more now that it was getting into cold-times, the old wood creaked and gaps made the rain and the wind blow in, chilling her right to the bone. Despite mummah’s best attempts, the stench of her dead foals had permeated into the floor and left an ever-present stink of death that made Lavender gag.
Even with her tummeh-babbehs, Lavender couldn’t help but feel… depressed, whether it was the weather, the awkward and shitty way these babbehs had been made, or a general unease as she jumped at every creak of the door, waiting to HER on the other side, Lavender couldn’t say. But she knew when she sung to her babbehs, her heart wasn’t fully in it.
So when, once again in her third trimester, the door opened and Lavender saw the blonde woman on the other side with a cigarette hanging from her lips, she didn’t feel scared, she felt… defeated.
“Pwease nice wady, nu gib tummeh-babbehs foweba sweepies gain, Wavanda jus wan be mummah, jus wan…”
The blonde woman didn’t say a word, didn’t even smile, she just pulled out a ratty old off-tan belt, it’s leather cracked and splintered from age, and knelt down to tie it around Lavender’s waist, not even bothering to be gentle as the cracks in the leather cut into her skin.
Once again, same old story. The blonde woman yanked the belt hard, tightening it around Lavender’s belly and forcing the foal foetuses out of her with an awful force. Once the blood had stopped leaking from Lavender’s genitals, the blonde woman dropped her to the floor and subbed out her cigarette right in front of her, letting the ash and smoke choke the mare a little bit.
“See you next time.” She smirked, no longer hiding her true intentions.
“Nu wan neks time. Nu wan be mummah nu mowe, tuu many huwties, tuu many heawt-huwties. Nu wan see meanie wady eba gain.”
Lavender burst into tears as she lay in a puddle of her own mess, she wasn’t circling the wan-die loop just yet, but the blonde woman could see she was close.
“Well… that all depends on you then, I guess.”
And with that, the blonde woman left, leaving Lavender to her misery, praying she would never feel this pain ever again.
Victoria Harkness walked through the backdoor and into the kitchen, where Jennifer Campbell was waiting for her. The skinny brunette jumped at the sight of the attractive blonde and quickly fixed her glasses before speaking.
“How is she?”
“You asked that every time Jenny, and you never like my answer. But the job’s done, and potentially permanently, she said she didn’t want to be a ‘mummah’ anymore, hates my fucking guts but at least your hands are clean.”
“I… I… I didn’t want this, but I had no choice, I can just afford Lavender’s upkeep and scrape by, I couldn’t bring foals into this.”
“And this is better? You can barely stand to hear me talk about my methods and yet I’m always your first port of call.”
Jennifer fixed her glasses again, trying to make her meek appearance seem stronger in the face of the effortlessly confident Victoria. “You get results, even if I disagree with your methods, I can’t deny that.”
Victoria scoffed. “My methods? My methods are cruel and unusual and you fucking know it.”
“I’m… I’m… I’m doing my best with what I have.” Jennifer sputtered out, barely convincing herself.
“Why not miscarriage then? Why not feed her parsley? Why not spay the cunt? Why call me whenever the little bitch gets herself knocked up? Unless….”
Victoria stepped forward, inching closer and closer to Jennifer, the mousy woman felt like a helpless girl as Victoria took cornered her prey, pressing Jennifer against the wall as a soft finger stroked Jennifer’s cheek.
“…Do you miss me Jenny? I know we had our fun together in college, but there are easier ways to see me.”
“Tha… thank you To… Tori, that wi… will be all.”
Victoria smirked again, knowing the flush in Jennifer’s cheeks said more than her words every could.
“Very well, I wish you two the best. And if you ever get lonely over the winter, we could arrange a playdate with Lavender and Reek, I’m sure those two would get into all sorts of trouble.”
With a cheeky little wave, Victoria zipped up her jacket and left for her car to return home. As soon as the front door was shut, Jennifer let out a heavy breath she didn’t even realise she was holding. Victoria was just as frightening now as she was in college, and somehow the psycho routine made her even hotter.
Looking out the window towards the shed, Jennifer thought about Victoria had said, that Lavender had finally broken and no longer wanted to be a mummah. That Jennifer no longer had to worry about extra mouths or have to hurt Lavender anymore in such cruel and barbaric ways, no longer have to call Victoria to be executioner, no longer see the blonde bitch in her ice-cool element, no longer…
Silently Jennifer made a mental note to set up that play-date with Reek, and grabbed a wet cloth to clean up the mess once more.
