The small herd of fluffies stand before this dark and damp cave entrance, collectively uncertain that this is a very good idea. After all, there could be a munstah inside!
“com on speshow fwen, wets take babbehs into nyu housie!”
The mummah hesitates, but does oblige her special friend’s demands. They all follow suit soon after, not wanting to be left alone in the woods. It certainly is dark and dank in this cave, who would have thought? Its bigger than it looks from the outside, though thats usually the case isnt it? The smarty keeps on, even if he’s starting to grow a bit afraid. the cheeps and peeps of the babbehs echo throughout the cave’s walls.
“uhhh…weew smawty going? it scawy in hewe…su dawk…”
“shuddup smokie! smawty fowwowin smeww of nummies!”
“wuh? nummies? nummies tu make miwkies fow babbehs? speshow fwen can smeww dem??”
The smarty nods confidently, even if its so dark his special friend Jelly can barley even see him do it. With time, their eyes somewhat adjust to the darkness, and so a pile of straw and leaves comes into view as well as what seems to be the end of the cave. A few feet from the straw seems to be a small woven basket of sorts, and it so happens to be the source of the nummie smell!
Jelly excitedly waddles over to the new nestie and the basket, standing up on her two little back legs to try and topple over the basket, dropping her babies onto the straw as a result. They peep and chirp in distress. At least they werent hurt unlike their unlucky sibling, who was left outside somewhere. The funnier part is that the mummah hadnt even noticed yet, or seems to really care at the moment. Her current focus is on the food, and the nest.
“nu wowwy babbehs! mummah find nummies tu make miwkies!”
Smarty puffs his cheeks with the current excellence and satisfaction he feels with himself.
“Am bestest smawty! find bestest housie fow babbehs and hewd!”
“teehee! nestie am so nice!”
After some pushing and bumping, the small basket is knocked over spilling its contents. It seems that there was a collection of berries and fruits inside! Jelly gasps in delight.
“wook speshew fwen!! bestes sweetie nummies!!!”
The smarty shoves the other two fluffies aside to start eating the fruits beside his special friend, greedily stuffing his face with berries and the like. After the two have had their fill, they move to get comfortable in the nestie, Jelly allowing her babies to nurse, still somehow not even noticing she’s short a baby. Smokie and Lilly sheepishly go to eat whatever is left, licking their lips as they savor what little fruit there is left. While they aren’t full, they aren’t left as hungry as they were. With their bellies full, at least some of their bellies anyway, they all snuggle together in a fluffpile and drift off to dreamland.
At the entrance of the cave, a looming figure makes its way in, sheltering from the summer rain, their heavy soaked cloak dribbling on the stone floor, and the wet smack of their bare feet making their way in. Back at the fluffpile, smokie’s ear twitches while he sleepily lifts his head at the noise.
“wuh…wut noisie?..”
None of the other fluffies seem to have heard anything, and continue into their deep slumber. Smokie on the other hand is already uneasy. What if its a barkie munstah? or a hissie munstah? or worse, a big giant growly bear munstah?? The mere thought makes him tremble, so he takes in a deep breath and gets out of the nestie, shakily walking over back toward the entrance of the cave. It probably isnt the best idea to go straight toward the possible danger, but this is a fluffy, and they arent known to have the greatest ideas or best survival instincts. He can hear footsteps. A human? Humans dont make their housies in caves, do they?
“H-hewwow?..”
The footsteps stop. Smokie nearly makes scardie poopies, but cannot avoid any scardie peepees.
The small stallion begins to look around frantically, while there is some sort of sound being made, he cant tell what or where it is, a sort of scuttling or crawling, slithering? A loud wet thud echoes behind him, the small creature feeling looming presence behind him.
“…what…are you doing here?..”
“Eep! wha-” Smokie quickly turns around and looks up to see a set of three glowing yellow eyes with slit pupils in the darkness before him, fixated on his pathetic cowering form.
“h-hewd jus needed tu find housie! huhuuu…pwease nu huwties munstah!”
The figure clenches their teeth.
"There’s more of you?..ugh. i hate these pests. You’re no different from the filth outside, i will cleanse you from this earth as i do to them.
“huuuhuuu! pwease nu huwt! fwuffies am fow huggies an wub! buuhuuhuu…”
The aforementioned munstah tosses their wet cloak to the side before it grabs Smokie by his scruff, causing him to cry out in fear and discomfort. While its hard to see, Smokie can somewhat make out a human-like appearance from the “munstah”, they have no fur like humans do, though it doesn’t seem to be the right color, and instead of clothes, they wear long leaves animal skins around their body like a rugged and torn dress. Something whips around side to side in an irritated manner behind their body, a long tail that is thicker toward the base and gets thinner toward the end, about 5 feet long or so. They loudly approach the sleepy group of fluffies, looking around at the mess they have made. The knocked over basket, the mushed and eaten fruit, not to mention the pile of shit and piss in the far right hand side of the den. They haven’t even been in here that long, and they’ve already made such a damn mess. The munstah grabs what seems to be a stick tied to their hip and jams it between some rocks in the wall with their free hand. Afterward they drag their sharp fingers up the wall, making a horrible screech like nails on a chalkboard. This of course jolts the fluffies awake if they weren’t already.
“aaiiiee! scawy noisie!!”
“huuhuu speshow fwen pwotec jewwy an babbehs!”
The smarty looks around then stands up to defiantly puff their cheeks at whoever or whatever dare to come into this housie he found fair and square.
“s-stoopie munstah! gu way! Dis housie bewong tu smawty an hewd!” he stomps his little hooves as a pathetic intimidation display, to which the munstah is unimpressed.
“is this all of them?..” They jostle Smokie around, getting some scared huus and whines out of him.
“yus! huuhuu…dis am hewd! pwease put downies! nu wike bad uppies…”
"good. Since you told me where they were, you will die last."
“WAH-NUUUUU PWEAASE HU HUWT SMOKIE!!! NU HUWT WIWWY HUUUHUU!! WIWWY WUUNN!!!BUUUHUUUU!!”
“gods, do you ever stop screeching?” They toss Smokie into the woven basket like some sort of mushy furry bowling ball and step toward the smarty, who is still trying to stand his ground, insulting the munstah for all they’ve got.
“Stoopie munstah! Dis smawty housie! ugwy! poopie! hab tu many see pwaces! yucky-”
Before he can get another word out his stupid little head is grabbed and he is thrown directly into the nearest wall with a wet slap and a crack, and he hits the ground with one of his eyes popped out of the socket, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, his weak little body twitching and shitting.
“SPESHOW FWEN!!! NUUUUU!!! HUUHUUHUUU! WHY MUNSTAH SU MEANIE?! WWAAAAAAHHHH!!” Jelly cries out in anguish at the sight of her previously brave and bestest smarty special friend is reduced to a temporary wall art piece that slid off of the wall. The babies chirp and peep in distress in response to all the commotion and the obvious discomfort of their mother.
Lilly simply stood in fear, eyes wide at the display before the mare, the smarty still twitching and choking in his own blood. She was told to run, but her leggies would not move. While the munstah was distracted, its attention now on Jelly, a mildly injured Smokie comes up behind Lilly to snap her out of her fear induced trance.
“w-wiwwy…we nee tu get out of hewe!..dis pwace nu am safies!”
Lilly has no time to react or speak before the audible crunch of Jelly’s ribs interrupts them both. This person, this “munstah” has punted the whiny mummah toward the wall, her chirpy babies wailing in distress as their mummah is suddenly nowhere near them, her screams and wails echo throughout the cavern walls.
“SCREEEEEEE! WOWSTES HUWTIES!!! AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Her ribs are definitely fucked, every little movement and squirm makes the pain so much worse.
“gross, i got dung on my foot somehow after that one…ah…it has spawn with it.” They peer down at the defenseless babies while Smokie and Lilly make a run for it, though they dont get far before a vine creeps out from the ground and snatches them at their legs.
“EEEEE! MEANIE PWANT PWEASE WET WIWWY GU!! NEE TO WUN!! HUUHUUUU…”
Smokie is certainly terrified, but he doesnt have nearly as much fight in him like Lilly does. Its pathetic, really. But its a state he’s maintained his whole short life thus far. Cowardice is in no short supply here.
“huuuhuuu…smokie nu wan gu foweba sweepies…”
“Interesting how you things give yourselves names…Its like you really think you’re people or something.” With a calmer demeanor despite their previous actions, they turn toward the trapped fluffies, a hand on their hip.
“p-pwease munstah…pwease wet wiwwy an smokie gu…neba com bak again! pwomis! buuhuu…”
“there’s that word again…monster. How rude…you come into my den, eat my provisions, dedicate all over, and then have the audacity to call me the monster?” Even if they did just kill two fluffies, these things really did just come up into their crib and make a big ass mess of it.
“you know what? how about instead of just killing you and having a bigger mess to clean, you two will clean this up. I’ll think of any other terms as i see fit.”
Smokie is perturbed by this notion. Is he really going to have to clean up the corpses of his friends? er…companions?..mutual acquaintances? Alright, they weren’t exactly the best of friends but they were still part of their herd. Besides, handling dead bodies of your own kind isn’t exactly the most pleasant thing to do. Smokie goes to open his mouth but is cut off by Lilly loosing her cool more than she already has, kicking and screaming yet again.
“AAAIIEEE! WIWWY NU WAN!! HUUHUUU…MUNSTAH GABE FWENS WOWSTEST HUWTIES AN FOWABAH SWEEPIES-”
crack
With a swift motion, the vine holding Lilly in its grasp had creeped up around her neck and snapped it, silencing her. Wide eyed, Smokie looks on at probably the only actual friend he’s ever had, growing cold and limp. A small dribble of blood pours from her nose.
“w-w-wiwwy…n-nuuuu…huuuhuuuuu…”
“well, your little friend there just gave you more work. If you’re going to accept. If not, you are of no use to me and will end up the same way. What will it be ah…Smokie, was it?”
Smokie shudders and shakes, making more scardie peepees onto himself and the ground. He doesn’t want to have to move around the bodies of his herd, but he also doesn’t want to die like they have.
“…s-smokie…wiww…c-cwean…”
"ah, so there is some coherent thought in that small skull of yours. alright then, get to work. Try to make a run for it and I wont make it a quick death. Also…enough of this “monster” stuff. you will refer to me as Belladonna, or Bella if you aren’t capable of speaking a word that longer than three syllables. Do you understand, Smokie?
So it has a name. Belladonna. And is apparently female. How original. Belladonna looms over Smokie, her three eyes peering down at him. her tail passively moves to brush downward against the wall, as if she were striking a match, but instead of a flame appearing, a variety of bioluminescent fungi grew along the cave’s walls, providing a bit of much needed light. Now Smokey could get a better look at this person. Her skin is almost a shade of greenish tan, and her hair is also a darker shade of green, getting lighter in color as it moves away from the root, going up into a half ponytail of sorts. On the side of her head protrude a set of horns that point straight up, a bit of thinner vines wrap around them. As for her clothing, it does consist of what seems to be a grey wolf hide wrapped around her chest and hip, with long leaves in-between that hold it all together, clinging to her body. She does have a few scars on her face and body, evidence of some sort of past fight or whatnot.
“well?”
“s-smokie…undastan…” Without another word Smokie is tossed a short distance toward the previous carnage, gaining some mild injuries but otherwise is able to walk and do what he needs to do. Belladonna watches as he slowly drags the smarty’s body out toward the cave’s entrance, whining and huuuhuuing along the way. A similar process is repeated with the other three fluffies, when Bella is certain he wont just make a run for it, she returns her attention back to the chirpy foals. She had nearly forgotten about them entirely. There are three of them, a purple filly, a yellow unicorn colt, and a green pegasus colt. Despite how horrible their mother probably was, they’re actually quite plump and fat.
*“ugh…i cant believe I’m actually doing this. I guess it should hold me off until morning.” Bella pulls a small pocket dagger from her hip vine belt and proceeds to gut and process the chirpies, cutting off their little stubby legs and things like wingies and tails, peeling the skin from their little bodies while they chirp and scree in distress and anguish. Fortunately for Smokie, he is too far up the cavern to hear or see any of this. The squeals slowly fade as they draw their last little breaths and expire. Since the “nestie” is now soiled, Bella decides to simply use it for a fire to cook these nugget sized morsels, cutting off their heads before putting a sharp stick through their little limbless bodies. The scraps are tossed into the flame as well as they aren’t useful. She overcooks them a little, who knows what kind of disease these things carry, right? When Smokie comes back around he is pleasantly surprised by the smell of nummies, but is horrified at the sight of where the smell is coming from.
“wuh-b-babbehs…wh…”
“well, i had to have something after you things ate all of my provisions.”
Ah, that’s right. They did eat all her fruit stash.
“huuhuu…Smokie sowwy fow eating bewwa-donnahs nummies…buh wai eat widdew babbehs?..dey no am fow n-nummies…dey fow huggies an wub!”
“i don’t care. its pouring rain out and I’m not going back outside to hunt right now.”
“buuhuu…su sowwy widdew babbehs…”
“whatever. Keep cleaning up, there’s still two more bodies that need to be dragged out.”
Smokie hesitantly obliges, going to start dragging away Lilly with tears streaming down his little face. It takes him around 3 hours total for him to to this, his little leggies nearly giving out on his last corpse draggin’.
“s-smokie…finishd…cwean…”
“are you serious?”
“wah?..”
“Do you not see all the crap and pee all over the place there? and the mess of fruit on the floor?”
“b-buh…Smokie nu kno how tu cwean dat…”
“you’d better figure it out, and fast. its really starting to reek in here.”
The little stallion walks over tiredly to the pile of poopies and peepees, he nearly starts to weep again at the thought of having to do this, though his self preservation outweighs his disgust and he pitifully starts to make “wickie cweanies”.
“buhuu…nu taste pwetty…” He gags a few times, but he knows if he doesnt get this cleaned and over with it’ll be curtains for him. When he’s literally full of shit, he makes his way back outside, barley making it in time to projectile vomit the shit and piss he had to ingest previously. He repeats the process until its basically all gone in fluffy standards. As for the fruit, he carries the stems and cores of the fruit in his mouth. Belladonna didnt really expect him to actually kind of clean any of this, she thought she’d end up putting him on a spit too. A surprise, certainly, but a sort of welcome one at that. By the end of the cleanie ordeal, Smokie is exausted, still unable to get the taste of poopies out of his mouth, blood that isnt his own stains his fur.
“s-smokie…c-cwean…finish nao?..”
Bella looks over from a makshift bed of moss and sticks, raising a brow.
“huh. you actually did it. alright…i will admit…i didnt expect you to get as far as you did. I have a final task of the day for you…
to put it brief, you are covered in shit and blood. go stand out in the rain a little and rinse yourself off.”
His eyes widen at the mention of being in water.
“w-wawa bad fow fwuffies!”
Bella groans, and instead of trying to reason or argue with him, a vine simply grabs em and quickly drags them toward the entrance rather quickly, Smokie squealing the whole way, audibly getting farther away once he’s out of sight. the vine dangles him up in the air, in the pouring rain by the back leg. He wails as he’s soaked in wawa, water running down to his head and face, he nearly chokes on all the dirty water running down to the forest floor from his head. Once he’s washed off enough, he is dragged back inside the cave, coughing. The vine spins him around a little to get some of the excess water off before bringing him back to Belladonna, plopping him on the floor like a wet rag.
“mm…better than before. If you want to get dry I’d stand near the warm fire before it dies out.”
Smokie weakly makes his way over to the warm fire, doing his best to not get too close and just die right there.
“You may stay until you are dry, since you have mostly cleaned up the mess your group left behind. Tell me, what will you do now Smokie?”
“huh?..”
“where are you going to go now that your group is dead?”
He thinks for a moment, He hadn’t even considered what would happen after that ordeal, only concerned about what was immediately going to come of him. He doesn’t want to go outside alone, surely he will die.
“…uhm…nu knowe…huhu…Smokie nu wan be awone…”
*"hm…I have an idea brewing…
How about…i let you stay here with me?"*
Dispite being afraid of Belladonna, the aspect of wanting a “nyu mummah” is so ingrained in his programming that he perks up at the idea, his eyes widening.
“n-nyu mummah? Bewwa-donnah gon wet Smokie stay in housie an be nyu mummah?..”
“uh…i guess. But im not going to let you stay for nothing.”
“S-smokie hab nyu mummah! hab su much heawt happies!..”
“whatever…i’m going to bed. Dont bother me until i get up later.”
Even if he went through a horrible ordeal for a fluffy, he’s so tired he falls right asleep near the warm fire, halfway wondering about whats going to happen when the sky wite comes back up. Is he going to be okay? Is Belladonna really going to be his nyu mummah like she said? He doesnt know, all he knows is that he is very sweepy, and that his mouthies still taste yucky from the poopies and peepees. Long term thinking is much too complex for a simple fluffy such as he.
End of Part 2. Stay tuned.