The Song, The Mare, and the Nest. [By Biorb_McBiorb]

A Mare struggles with a bag. A discarded half of a Subway sandwich and a intact twinky is her prize. As she drags it behind her, she makes sure she isn’t watched as she enters her den, passing the strange lines of shiny fabric that dotted her home.

The Mare is named Celine. A decedent of a inside-fluffy who ran away, a greedy fucker who wanted to have babbehs. And have babbehs he did…

Celine fidgets thru the crack in her den, a abandoned, collapsed building just off the edge of the City she lives in.

Celine finally reaches the inside. A basement. Large and spacious, with only one way in, a crack. While most Fluffies think that alone will keep them safe, Celine is a tad smarter, and blocks the path with a rock after entering.

As she descends to he nest, she hears the cheeps and peeps of her foals.

Celine smiles as she tugs the bag behind her, knowing her oldest will finally get to try out yummy nummies for the first time.

Celine sees her nest, a turned over box, filled with scraps of cloth and fabric. Inside, are her three chirpy babbehs, circled around her oldest, Nana. Nana and the chirpy babbehs had different fathers…

Nana’s father was Celine’s Mate. A Yellow Stallion named Tater. Tater died leading munsta-hoomins away from their nest.

The Chirpy-Babbehs were… Not intended… Celine had been raped while coming back to her nest one bright time, many times ago…

But Celine knew that Babbehs were not something to be squandered, so she cared for them, and was happy to be a mother again…

Celine was also happy to see the flattened corpse of her assailant in the road a few days after…

Celine gave birth to three babbehs, a Cyan Filly, a Maroon Colt, and a Dark Green Colt.

Thankfully, Nana was always helpful, and was more than happy to assist with keeping the chirpy-babbehs in line.

“Mummah!” Nana exclaimed, gently rearranging the babbehs, allowing her to rush to Celine.

“Mummah!” Nana repeated, rushing Celine, quickly giving her a loving hug. “Find good nummies? Hewe, wet Nana hewp!”

Before she could tell her no, Nana bit down on the opposite handle and helped you drag the treats closer to the Nest.

“Fank 'ou Nana, am geddin too owd tu fin nummies, soon be Gway Fwuffy den hehe.” Celine remarks, slowly moving over to the three chirpy-babbehs, sitting down, and looking over the foals, checking for anything out of the ordinary.

“Nana du good?” Nana ask, sittting down next to her mother, quizzically looking to the foals, hoping she did a good job.

“Nana du vewy gud! Nana been su gud, dat Mummah bwing 'ou a speshuw tweat!”

“Tweat! Yay! Wub! Wub Tweat! W-wub Mummah!” Nana and Celine enjoyed the solid food, Nana enjoyed the delicious snack cake, while Celine feasted on the Subway sandwich.

After the food turned to milk, Celine fed her foals, each drinking a decent helping. Finally, after the foals were fed, Nana noticed the light was begining to darken a bit. From the abandoned and ruined basement, they had access to a small window that allowed light into the decrepit ruin.

“Mummah, am dawk-time soon. Nee’ mowe nummies? Ow shouwd fwuffies stay hewe?”

“Hmm… Weww. Stiww had some nummies sabed up, buh next bwight-time, wiww nee’ tu ged mowe… Babbehs been gettin’ biggew, su nee’ mowe big fwuffie nummies soon. Fow now, Fwuffies ged tu enjoy Dawk-Time Pwetty sounds.”

As Nana head the word ‘Sounds’ She became ecstatic! She loved the Pretty Dark Time sounds! The Sound was just so nice!

Soon the sun dipped out of sight of the small window, the moon soon kissing the glass, causing a lovely ray of light to beam thru to the Fluffies. As they sat and watched, Celine began to hum.

As Celine hummed, Nana joined in, humming along quietly.
As the two hummed, Celine soon began to sing, hymns and sounds that, to a human, would sound inane, but to the family… It was beautiful music, lows and highs, sounds and words, all mixing to sound the lullaby that Celine sang every night.

While one would assume a preprogrammed bio-toy would sing some corporate sludge, or even the Mummah Song that EVERY FLUFFY KNOWS…

Her song was exotic. Something that wasn’t even possible to create lyrics too.

As Celine preformed her song, the Chirpy-Babbehs nuzzled close to their mother and older sister, enjoying the melodious and strange song their mother preformed.

Up above the Fluffy soloist, and her family, the sounds of earth and rock began to move, causing the echoing, harmonic song to stop.

“M-mummah? Wha’ am scawy noise?” Nana asked, getting up from the Nest, quickly looking around.

“Nu knu… Buh shouwd be safe in speshuw nestie pwace…”

As the two began to worry, one of the Chirpy foals, her Maroon son, peeped, his eyes began to flutter open, the milky center of his eyes became visible to the world around him.

"peep?"

As Celine heard the small, frightened peep, she turned to see her Maroon son, staring at her.

“Babbeh open see-pwaces?! Yay! Su Ha-”

Nana watched, her joy turning to utter horror as her Mother, her three beautiful sibling, were covered in Concrete. The wall and ceiling came crashing down, almost in slow motion, causing Nana to scream in horror. As Nana watched the horrid scene, she felt her scream stop, a sharp pain causing her to stop…

Nana looked down to see a jagged piece of rebar had punctured her body, a piece of debris that came from the ceiling. By the time Nana realized she was skewered thru, it was too late. The entire nest, their small home, a shelter from the outside… Was now their death.


“Hey Mack did you hear that? Sounded like someone screaming.”

Mack looked over to Dean, a new hire he was tasked with showing him the ropes. “Dean, I’m gonna level with you. It was probably a Fluffy.”

“What? No, the tape around the demolition site is pretty-”

“Dean… Fluffies are retarded man. It was probably a Fluffy who saw the tape and thought ‘Oh WoW! a NeW hOmE jUsT fOr Me!’ and got stuck inside.”

“Oh… Okay…” Dean shrugged and made his way over to his truck.

“Fucking newbies”


Alone in the dark, a small peeping is heard.

A Maroon ball of Fluff, his eyes now coated in dust and dirt tries to make out what has happened to his surroundings.

To her credit, Celine did a wonderful job raising her foals, protecting them, making sure they would be safe, and even considering the idea of their nest falling in on them.

The foal looks around in the dark, his eyes too new to see, having to rely on his nose to smell the familiar scent of…

“M-mum… M-mumm-ah?”

The Colt struggles over to what smells like his mother, and hugs it, feeling a small amount of warmth coming from the softness.

“W-wub.”

The Colt would never know his safety is due to their small shelter. A tipped over steel ammo box… To some, the colt was lucky.

But in reality, his siblings were dead, smashed under the weight of the concrete. His mother had been turned to paste under the weight of the earth shifting, her last attempt as saving her foals was to keep the foals in the Ammo box…

Nana had been impaled, and slashed to ribbons under the shards of glass and steel that fell atop her, sadly, before being buried as well.

The Maroon foal was left alone, buried under 6 feet of dirt and concrete.

The Colt simply rubbed his eyes, not even knowing the corpses of his sisters, his brother, and his mother, surrounded him. The colt simply hugged the thing he recognized as his mother…

Her severed leg.

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Lol

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Ooh, that’s a rough ending.

Poor Fluffies, proof you can do nothing wrong and still lose. Here’s hoping the little guy makes his way out but I imagine he’ll starve before that happens

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Tragic and sad :cry: but thats life of ferals going into any building even it meant for demolition.

I wonder will that foal survive or not. :thinking:

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Beautiful

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