Read the previous parts here:
The Bottle Baby
The Bottle Baby Part 2
The Bottle Baby Part 3
The Bottle Baby Part 4
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You woke up to a familiar scent, ears perking up as the scent got closer and closer in the silence.
Was it… Her…? No, it couldn’t be… Something was wrong…
But your instincts said otherwise.
You wagged your tail and chirped again, and again, and again.
“CHEEP CHEEP! PEEP! MUMMAH! MUMMAH!” You cried, hind legs tapping desperatedly on the plate, rope getting tighter as you tried to waddle forward.
It was her! Finally! Now it was all going to be okay!
Finally, this hell was going to end!
Finally, you were going home!
Finally, you—
“Oh, my little bestest baby! I missed you so much! Mummah loves you!” A familiar voice mocked, cold and sharp.
No.. no… NO!
Something was thrown at you, something fleshy. It was surely a piece of your mummah.
The smell now was of booboo wawas. Strong booboo wawas.
No… Please…
“M-mummah? Pwease… hewp bestest babbeh…” You begged to whatever was left of your mummah, but you got no response.
No response besides a laughter.
“Look at you, so hopeful, so cute! Haha!” The meanie munstah flicked your nose as you made scaredy poopies. You knew you would be forced to eat them soon, but now your focus was somewhere else.
“M-mu.. mummah.. Pwease.. make noisies..” You sniffled. Why wasn’t she speaking to you? Didn’t she love you? Weren’t you her bestest babbeh?
Or did she replace you after so many forevers?
But soon, you heard something that completely shattered your heart and hopes.
“She’s dead, Rusty. I wanted you to see her decapitated head, but oh well. I really wish I didn’t blind you before…” The man pressed you down on the plate with his hand while speaking, your bones were screaming for mercy, you screamed in pain. Worse than that, the words felt like pins against your poor heart.
You could feel he smiled.
Mummah.. was dead..?
No, she couldn’t be… She was the strongest fluffy ever, right behind Daddeh! She would surely survive anything!
“N-nu.. Nu! Mummah am not foweba sweepies! Mummah…! Mummah…” You sniffled again as tears formed on your eyes.
The smell was there, the smell of your loving Mummah, but… It was wrong. Like something was missing…
“Huuu.. wan die… wan die…” You muttered as tears flowed freely from your eyes. You couldn’t believe…
Mummah.. Was dead…
And you couldn’t do anything…
“Wan die… Wan die… Wan die…”
You were weak, too weak… Always weak…
You…
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“Daddeh! Daddeh!” You spoke, getting your daddeh’s attention.
“What am it, bestest babbeh?” He turned around. You could feel his cold look, but it didn’t matter. He loved you, it’s all that matters.
“Can bestest babbeh go wif Daddeh to get nummies? Am stwong fwuffy too! Wiww pwotect Daddeh!” You got up on your hind legs, puffing your cheeks the best you could.
Daddeh only chuckled and licked your head. You chirped.
“Nu, nu yet, bestest babbeh. Daddeh am.. gun get nummies, bwing bestest nummies to speciaw fwend…” He looked away, sadness filling his tone and eyes. You noticed, but again, you didn’t care.
“An’ fo’ bestest babbeh too, wight?”
“Yus, fo’ bestest babbeh too.” He forced a smile, and then left.
You never saw Daddeh again after that day.
Mummah said something about “cheating” and “another stallion” while she was crying, but you didn’t understand.
What happened? Why did Daddeh abandon you and your pregnant Mummah?
Didn’t he love you anymore?
Didn’t he love Mummah anymore?
No…
It was Mummah’s fault.
She cheated on Daddeh and he left heartbroken.
Still, you loved both.
Why couldn’t he stay? He loved Mummah, after all…
He—
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“Say that louder, I can’t hear you!” The man pressed on you again, you could feel some of your ribs break under the pressure.
“SCREEEEEEEEEE! WAN DIE! WAN DIE! HUUUUUUU!” You screamed in agony, feeling the bone shards pressing against your lungs.
In a moment, the pressure was gone, and you could breathe properly… Kinda. The bone shards were making breathing feel like hell.
“You know what? I’m getting tired of torturing you… I’m ending this little game of ours tomorrow. You’ll soon join your little slut of a mother, don’t worry…” He pet you, you chirped weakly. You could feel the plate being turned while you were lifted.
Soon, you felt the smell of poopies mixed with your mummah’s blood right on your nose as you fell.
You already knew what to do, so you did what you had to.
You started eating. The awful taste wasn’t that bad, not after doing this same thing over and over again.
While the footsteps went away, you soon stopped eating your supposedly last meal.
You waddled closer to your Mummah’s decapitated head the best you could and…
You started sobbing.
You sobbed and cried yourself to sleep near your Mummah’s snout.
The smell of booboo wawas was unbearable, but…
Between that smell, you had Mummah’s. So you endured it and slept.
You just wanted to die…
Thankfully, it would happen sooner than expected…
Finally…
Mummah, Daddeh, your bwuddas and sissies… You would join them…
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To be continued…
The longest part so far.