The story of B.
Part 2/5
B lived a poor life. Always in the shadow, but luckily out of the poo were the brown fluffies were forced to stay. Even though this, and that he wasn’t brown, he still sometimes got thrown in the poo. But fortunately for him, it was only a couple times. B often looked around. He followed his mother, and looked at the world. This is how he learned.
Until one fatefull day. His mother was not satisfied with him. And left him. Like she does. B was left alone to die. He was still yong. But old enough to walk, talk and survive without milk. And against all odds, he survived. He ate what he found. But life wasn’t always agony for him.
He liked thinking. Unlike a regular fluffy, He thought about things a lot. And he realized things. and this is what made him special. He enjoyed thinking.
One day he heard some people talk. He liked listening from a distance. But this was different. He heard the name “Bessy”. He recognized the name. It was his mother they were talking about. The people talking were a female with a black jacket and blond hair. There was also a male, with a green shirt and black hair. This is where B learned a lot about his mother.
His mothers name was Bessy. When she was little, older that a foal but younger than an adult and small, she was someones pet. She had everything she wanted. But that was not enough. She wanted babies. But she was too young. Her womb didn’t work yet. But that was not the reason she didn’t get to have babies. The reason was that she had a deformation. an error in her genes. She didn’t quite understand what the error was, but what she did fully understand was the important part.
Her babies wouldn’t be born healthy. The babies she would give birth to were severely deformed. And they were destined to die. Die, a long, very long, painful, very painful, death. A life of pain and suffering until death. And her owners understood that. They didn’t want her to give birth, because it would only lead to pain and suffering. But she didn’t want to listen. She refused. She did understand everything, though, but didn’t want to believe in it. She wanted babies. Her owners gave her everything she would want, even adopted foals. But she wanted her own babies.
During one day, when she and her owners were moving, she ran away. She ran through the open door, through the gate and along the sidewalk. And she left.
She was still too young to have babies. But her hormones were pumping. She didn’t care who the father was. she just wanted babies. She shouted and screamed at stallions in alleyways demanding they enfie her. Just in the same pitch of voice that she used to demand babies from her owners.
She was careless. She went with the wrong partners. She got raped many times. Until she finally was old enough to give birth. And she did. But her babies were not what she dreamed them to be.
Instead of a healthy litter, her first litter was just like her owners had told her it would be. Abominable. What did she do next? She left. Left them to suffer and die. But she was not satisfied. She didn’t care. She did it again. Enf, give birth, and leave. And she didn’t stop. She did it and did it and did it. she wanted babies. But she refused to accept the truth. She knew what she was doing. But didn’t care. She wanted babies. What a f***** bitch.
Until now. Until B. B was healthy at birth. And so were his siblings too. How? I am not shure. Sometimes genes are weird And unexpected. But she finally did it. A healthy litter. but her babies weren’t perfect. Nothing is perfect. But what did she do? She did what she did. Left. Until she returned in the rain.
That is not all that B learned. B learned that the female was his mothers former owner. He didn’t learn much about the male. It wasn’t his mothers other owner, though. B heard that much. He learned Bessy’s backstory. He learned that her owners had been looking for her. But the only thing they eventually found were deformed foals. Dead. And the more they seeked, the more death they found. They eventually gave up.
B looked as the tall figures said bye and walked away. They separated and went in different directions in the end of the street. The female was carrying a light blue box. B looked away and started thinking. B thought to himself: “All that suffering, just because she wanted babies?”
B learned the ways of the street quickly. He learned that there is potential food in empty candy wrappers, and that walking on the road was certain death. Sidewalks were always a danger. He realized how regardless his mother had always been. His mother alway walked on the sidewalk without fear, and often demanded food.
B learned the importance of not demanding from her mother. Once her mother demanded treats from someone. It was a tall man with sunglasses. As Bessy demanded treats, the man took a step back. The only thing B remembers next was the scream. It was the only thing he really needed to remember. A High pitched terror, that hurt his ears. And B remembered it. Unlike his mother.
B sometimes thinks about this. But only to keep remembering it. It was a miracle how his mother managed to survive and keep her babies from dying. Maybe it was because of the calm part of town were they lived. We don’t know for shure. But what we do know is that it was mostly luck. B’s mother was not the only one with luck, though. Sometimes B managed to find an open window, were he could hear the tv. This helped him learn.
And he learned a lot.
B has learned a lot from looking too. Many life lession have been learned. Like the time he learned the lession about humans. They are the only things that can get you out of here. The only things holding the tickets to the train out of the streets. But they are also a fluffy’s doom. Some of them are what B has learned to call them: “abusers.”
B was walking next to the sidewalk, whit his side pinned against the wall. This way it was safer. But as his short life had taught him, it was never truly safe.
He remembers the first time he witnessed an abuse in action. It was during the time right after he was left by his mother. He was trying to lick the crumbs off from an empty chocolate bar wrapper. He was quite far in the darkness of the alleyway he was left in. There is a rather big fluffy in the middle of the alley. It was trying to hurt a young fluffy. B noticed a vague figure approaching the big, light green fluffy. The fluffy started asking for spaghetti, toys and a home. Then, there was a hit. Just like the time when B learned the importance of not demanding. He closed his eyes, when the foot went back. He knew what was going to happen. He had seen it happen once. Just… never without a reason. There were a lot of screaming. B waits behind the cover until everything was calm. He sees the big fluffy motionless. But he doesn’t want to get close to it. He doesn’t want to see the aftermath.
B knows that if he wants a life, a life that is not in the alleys, he must confront a human. He has seen and heard enough from the tv. But he is not taking the risk. The stakes are too high.
B has a quick peak from behind the dumpster. The young pastel colored fluffy that the now dead fluffy was trying to hurt was also dead.
B looks back and stares into nothingness.
“Why?” he thinks. “Why give pain?”
she never cared for anyone but herself.