This is my first attempt at more serious Hugbox story. Mind the blood and guts.
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The story began as such stories do. Not with biggest poopies, but with a mummah song.
“Mummah Wub Bebbehs! Bebbehs Wub Mummah! Dwink Wots Ob Miwkies! Gwow Big An Stwong!” Mummah was mummah, and before that, she was fluffy. A nice pretty bright green fluffy with a light yellow-green mane.
Mummah was a tiny mummah, a microfluff that lived in a nest that she and her special friend had made from lost socks inside a wall. Mummah was happy as could be now that her tummeh bebbehs had become chirpy bebbehs.
Mummah sang to her chirpies all day while they suckled milkies hungrily. Her special friend called Daddeh, a brown fluffy with a yellow-orange mane that almost matched Mummah, brought her lots of delicious nummies like chips that fell on the floor, or peanuts, or if she was super lucky, sketti puffs! Tomato flavored cheese puffs that had grown in popularity since the creation of fluffies.
Mummah worried that her milkies weren’t good enough for her foals. She often had cravings for things like grapes or even grassy nummies but daddeh could never find any. Still, he did his best and even brought her a cherry tomato once.
“Do you hear that?” a muffled man’s voice asked. Mummah quieted down and shushed her chirpies as they began to peep for the comfort of her lullaby.
“No. You are imagining things.” a muffled woman’s voice replied.
The big people outside the nest always hurt fluffies. That’s what mummah and daddeh knew. She remembered that her daddeh, Lint, had called them ‘huumun beens’. They used to live in another house but were forced to leave when the big meanie beans gave their old herd forever sleepies.
Still, living around the meanie beans was better than the cold grey world outside. They didn’t even try to go back out the hole to the outside. There was nothing out there for a fluffy.
“Hold on. It came from over here.” the man continued. Mummah worried about daddeh, he was out finding nummies but knew to hide from the human beans.
There were some thumping and sliding noises on the other side of the wall.
“Look there’s a hole!” The man shouted.
“Eek! I saw something move!” The woman cried.
“Shit it’s a micro! Probably a whole herd!” He continued.
THUMP
“Babe no! Just call an exterminator!” the woman said.
“Hell no, do you know how expensive they are?” He replied.
The whole wall shook and the chirpies piled up around mummah’s belly fluff all began to peep in fear.
“Look, they’ve been shitting in the wall!” The man said with frustration. He had found their poopie pile two wall studs down.
Mummah heard more thumping noises as the drywall sheeting was ripped away chunk by chunk. Looking over in the dark she heard rustling as daddeh squeezed through a hole cut in the wooden wall stud for wiring to pass through.
“Spechow fwen! Fwuffy nee chu wun way! Sabe bebbehs!”
Mummah stood up and began gently scooping her foals onto her back. “Huwwy!” Daddeh cried grabbing the foals in his mouth and pushing them up into her mane.
It was no sooner were all six chirpies on her back, that a piece of drywall got pulled away. Flooding their nest with light brighter than anything mummah had seen in many forevers.
“There’s where all my missing socks have been going!” The man remarked, as he saw the soft bed daddeh had made for mummah.
“Is that my missing ring?” The woman asked. Spotting the pretty shiny that daddeh had brought mummah.
“Wun way!” Daddeh cried and began pushing mummah towards the next hole in the wall stud. As soon as mummah was pushed through, daddeh followed.
“Scree!” daddeh cried as the meanie bean grabbed his tail.
“Daddeh!” Mummah cried, turning back to pull him away from the meanie bean.
“Nuu! Sabe bebbehs! Wun Way!” Daddeh cried.
Mummah didn’t want to leave her special friend behind. She loved him very dearly, almost as much as she loved all her foals. “Nuu! Nee’ spechow fwen!” She argued.
“Nuu! sabe bebbehs! Daddeh wub mummah! Daddeh wub bebbehs! Nu wan bebbehs tu gu fowebah sweepies!” Daddeh told her with tears in his eyes. “Pwease!”
Mummah felt tears welling too as she watched her special friend slowly sliding backwards through the tight gap.
More drywall broke free and mummah could see the meanie bean’s face.
“Wun!” daddeh cried and mummah turned to go. Quickly squeezing through the next narrow gap. She look back over her shoulder as more of the wall was pulled away.
The meanie bean kept pulling on daddeh’s tail and it came off. She could see lots of boo-boo juice on it in his hand. Daddeh, now free of the man, began to squeeze forward and sprint towards mummah while still yelling for her to run away.
Mummah tapped on her hooves anxiously as she waited for daddeh to catch up, blood dripping from where his tail once hung. She didn’t want to leave him behind.
“Oh No You Don’t!” THUMP
A large shoe came down on top of daddeh and reduced him to a soggy red puddle of fluff and tummy sketties.
“NUUUU!” Mummah cried. She turned to run as more drywall was peeled back. She squeezed through the wall studs one after the other, no longer looking back. The thudding of drywall sheets snapping followed close behind.
Ahead, she saw a light. the hole in the cinder block wall that she and daddeh had originally came into the house through. There was nothing out there for a fluffy. Nothing except safety from the meanie beans now.
From outside bright sunlight flooded through the gap, even brighter than the light that came from inside. It hurt mummah’s eyes as she approached it.
She began squeezing through, but this was even tighter. It hurt as the gap compressed her ribs and the rough concrete snagged her fluff. She squeezed and squeezed until finally she was outside.
All mummah saw was white. The world outside was too bright. After weeks of living in the walls with only what little light trickled in through the wall hole or the attic, the world outside was blindingly bright. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust.
All around her was warmth and green, nothing like the cold wawas and brown and grey she remembered from before. She could survive out here with her babies. No worrying about finding nummies or being too cold, it was perfect.
As the adrenaline subsided, she noticed that her foals were chirping in fear. They had just gone through so much. She reached up into her mane to grab a foal to began comforting them.
But… they weren’t there! She heard them chirping. Where were they?
She looked back at the hole and saw them on the other side in an impromptu fluffpile where they had fallen off of her. The last hole had been too tight, and the foals had been scraped off her back as she squeezed through.
“Bebbehs!” Mummah ran back to the hole to retrieve her babies. Before she could reach them, she saw the meanie bean looking down at her through the gap and brought his fist down on the pile of chirpies.
Her legs grew weak at the sight and gave out from under her. In front of her, just out of reach, was a bloody rainbow where her foals had once been.
She had lost everything. She was a mummah no more. Her entire world crumbled before her eyes. She felt cold and numb and what felt like many forevers passed as her heart hurties felt like they would give her forever sleepies.
In front of her, a straw poked into the hole and expanding foam sealed up the gap.
“Nuuuu…” Mummah cried weakly as her final view of her dead foals was rapidly closed off.
She did not have time to wallow in her misery. Suddenly, a door opened, and she saw the big meanie bean walking towards her. Fear coursed through her blood like ice, and she ran for the nearest hiding place, a bush nearby.
The grass was overgrown, and she stumbled as tripped and flopped over weeds and roots. The man shuffled around in the tall grass nearby, looking for her.
“Where did that fucker go?” he asked.
Mummah kept stumbling through the grass. She couldn’t stay there. As she made it to the bush she saw another big wall. This one was made of wood and had a gap from which she could see more grass. She pushed her little leggies to run as fast as she could.
She reached it before the meanie bean could spot her and wriggled through. She was finally safe, she thought. For a brief moment she felt relieved.
Exhaustion flooded her body and she flopped onto her side. She wanted huggies to make the bad feelings go away. Suddenly the memory of her special friend and foals dying returned to her mind.
Mummah’s chest began to ache terribly. She was all alone. She wanted to die.
As she lay there, sad wawas soaked her face fluff through. Then it grew dark and wawas began to fall from the sky soaking the rest of her fluff too. The sky wawas made scary noises and flashes of bright light which made her peep and make scaredy poops.
She eventually gathered enough energy to stand and began searching for a safe place to dry off.
She wandered and wandered through the grassies and other green planties. Eventually mummah decided to stop in a plastic watering can that had fallen over in an overgrown garden.
It was the driest place she could manage to find, and by now she was soaked through. It smelled of dried mildew and algae. “Nu smeww pwetty.” She protested despite not having a better place to wait out the rain.
She curled up in a ball on the hard plastic floor, hugging her soggy tail to fill the void of her missing children and sang a song to fight the feeling of overwhelming loneliness that had taken hold of her.
“Mummah hic wub bebbehs… Bebbehs wub hic mummah… dwink hic wots hic ob Miwkies… Gwow… HUU HUU HUU!”
