(A/N; Rose is a character from "Rare Amongst Its Kind, read it for context.)
“Babbehs? Babbehs!?” Shouts Rose as she walks around near the dilapidated box that is her nest. “Whewe do dummeh babbehs go!? Bestest am hungwy!”
It has been a month and a half, not like she understands the concept of the passage of time, since Rose gave birth to her foals. Bestest Baby, Blue Earthie Baby, Yellow and Green Wingie Babies, and Ugly Baby.
But her Special Friend didn’t like when she calls that one Ugly. Said that all babies are pretty babies and that BESTEST is ugly AND a “trashie”! Well, what does HE know!? He’s not a mama like her, she is the best ever! In fact, her other babies and Ugly still looks healthy even when she barely feeds the latter.
However one day, her special friend went off to find food for her to produce milk for her children, only to never come back the next morning. Good, she thought. That what he get saying that Bestest Baby is ugly.
But wait. If her special friend is gone, who is going to provide her nummies? Oh right! The other babies! She can just send them off to possible danger with NO repercussions whatsoever! Resentment, what’s that? They are dummy babies, it’s not like they will abandon her and Bestest. She’s their mother and Bestest is their Bestest Sister!
So WHERE did they go!? Did they get lost? Or worse, they found nummies and ate them for themselves? They will give them worstest hoofies for that. Especially Ugly baby because his fur is not pretty. Or that they are dead. Whatever. Or… or…! They found a new mama or new daddy!? And they never told them about her and Bestest!? Oh she is going to give them forever sleepies for sure!
As she is busy rationalizing, which is surprising for a fluffy to even THINK much less rationalize, until her Bestest shouts,
“BESTEST BABBEH WAN NUMMIES!” She flails her fat arms up and down. “NUMMIE PIWE NU BIG ENUFF! WHEWE AM DUMMEH BWUDDAHS AND SISSIE!?”
“Nu know, Bestest.” Huffs Rose. “Bu wiww gib dummeh babbies worstest hurties.”
If they are indeed gone, who will feed her and Bestest? They will starve because of their callous neglect for their family! Unless…
“Wet’s go, Bestest!” Says Rose, “Mummah fiwd nyu Mummah or Daddeh! Nd Mummah and Bestest ged Bestest Nummies!”
“Bestest Nummies?” Bestest drools at the propect. She tries her damndest to get onto her hooves, but stuggles to walk due to her rare use of her limbs and the fact that she is fat as fuck for a weaning fluffy.
She pants, huffs, and chirps while letting out a dollop of shit for good measure, waddling with her mother.
…
Grayson comes out of the Fluffmart with supplies in hand. There ARE some perks of being a Breeder. He gets to stay at home most of the time. And most of all… he gets to let out the stress of being one on some naughty fluffies in the basement. Which his fluffy livestock calls the Sorry Room.
At the cost of having to BEAR with listening to incessant chatter of his livestock, all of that squeaky baby talk. That could grind anyone’s gears. And the fact that breeding can be an absolute gamble as not all fluffies come out as he wanted. When he DOES get what he wanted, he has to stop the mares from stomping on the “monster babies”.
Additionally, there is the chance of a death amongst his livestock. Death by childbirth, infighting, or even an invasion of a feral herd led by a very entiled Smarty. Oh… not letting THAT happen again. The trip to Lowes was costly, but damn worth it to fortify his fences.
Speaking of, he did lost a mare recently. He had to hear the wails of his special friend being left with the chirping foals. Ah well. Those damn things are everywhere. He could just pick some females up. That being said… opportunity knocks.
“Hewwo mistuh!”
He turns to the infernally annoying voice to see a magenta fluffy with a pink mane and a… oh GOD. He knows the typical Bitch Mare behavior of choosing favorites and all but how is her foal this FAT!?
“Can be Wose and Bestest Baddeh’s nyu daddeh?” Asks the fluffy calling herself Rose, looking into his eyes. “Can hab wawm housies and nummies?”
“AM HUNGWY!” Follows the fat foal, sharing her mother’s color scheme.
He tries his hardest not to even utter a chuckle. She is doing everything NOT to do to find a new owner. Having a name? Having a fat Bestest Baby? She is definitely a runway who wanted children, and got knocked up far sooner than she should. Classic case of the Bitch Mare Syndrome. And her foal being RUDE on top of that? If she tried that with anyone else, she will be immediately punted and her child stomped on for good measure.
But this? This is a grand opportunity for Grayson.
“Oh but of course! Let me take you to my home.” Grins Grayson, hiding his true intentions. Not like she will even bother to notice.
“See Bestest Babbeh?” Rose looks to her daughter, “Rose am Bestest Mummah evah!”
“Dummeh Daddeh! Wan Nummies NAO!” Screams her bestest baby.
Oh, he will have a lot of fun with THAT one.
He went to his car as the pair follows, his groceries in the trunk as the fluffies are picked up and set into the kennel in the backseat. He has it there for occasions such as this. He wouldn’t DARE let any shitrat dirty his seats.
“So…” Grayson drives on the road towards his home. “Tell me about yourself. Why are you out here?”
“Hmph!” Rose puffs her cheeks, “Wose wan babbehs, bu Mummah’s Mummah nd Daddeh sei NU! Dummeh Mummah sei nu! Dey aww dummehs! Babbehs awe de bestest fing evah! Su Wose wun way, fouwd speciaw fwiend, nd made babbehs anway!!”
As expected. It’s unfortunately common for owners to lose their fluffy pets just because they couldn’t get a mate and thus children.
“You said babies. Plural.” Asks Grayson. “Tell me about them.”
Rose perks up, “Oh! Dis am Bestest Babbeh, nd thewe awe Bwue Babbeh, Yewwo Babbeh, and Gween Babbeh! Pwetty Babbehs bu no pwetty like Bestest! Nd there am Ugwy Babbeh, bu nu care abou Ugwy Babbeh.”
Favoritism. Again, all too common. The “Ugly” baby must be a dull color. They probably died from neglect.
“So your Bestest is the only one left?”
“Yea. Dummeh Babbehs and Ugwy Babbeh wewe suppose tu fiwd nummies fo Wose and Bestest Baddeh.” Replies Rose with a huff. “But dummeh babbehs and ugwy babbeh am nu whewe.”
Or they wizened up and left her lazy selfish ass. Grayson rolls his eyes. But the fact that the rest of her children survived that long, especially the dull color one, kinda surprised him. He expected that one to be dead in a week not living up to over a month.
That being said, he drove them to his abode. A nice house in the suburbs. Well, calling the neighborhood nice would be generous. It’s notorious for ferals herds invading the yards and ruining their gardens. Although Grayson chose to live there for that reason. Free livestock and all.
He gets out of his car, and collects his bounty for the day. Bags of supplies and kibble, and a new mare and a new… plaything.
…
“Sowwy box scawy!” Exclaims Bestest.
“Nu wowwies, Bestest Babbeh.” Rose attempts to soothe her child. “Onwy takin Wose nd Bestest to nyu housies.”
They felt themselves being set on the floor as the cage door opens.
“Come on out.” New Daddy says. And they did.
It’s a drab looking room, with concrete walls and pipes running through it and the ceiling.
“Wuv nyu housies!” Rose prances around, immediately getting comfortable.
“Now hold on, I am taking you to your real new housies real soon. I just need to get you… prepped.” Said Grayson. “Both of you are absolutely filthy.”
Oh how long since she had been cleaned, Rose thought. Ever since she ran from her old home, her mane and fluff has been slowly being unkempt. She doesn’t like water as any fluffy doesn’t but she gets to be really pretty. And smelling pretty too.
“Otey!” Rose readies herself to be picked up under her front hooves as she was carried out of the room. Dummy babies, she thought, now she and Bestest are living the best life.
…
What Rose doesn’t know that they are in the basement. Or what Grayson’s fluffies called it, the Sorry Room. It’s an Abuser’s Paradise, an operating table specifically built to restain any unruly fluffies, a wall of tools design for discipline, and tools from the black market modified for maximum pain. And his mares are ESPECIALLY scared of this place due to Grayson’s personal fluffy that he keeps as a pet.
Grayson places Rose in the sink as he turns on water, making her shudder.
“Wawa bad fo fwuff…” She moans.
Well, at least she isn’t flailing. Saves the trouble, Grayson thought. He still has to scrub and clean the refuse of her fluff, especially her shit encrusted ass.
He turns off the water as he picks her up again and lays her on a towel to dry her off while using a hair dryer for good measure. Which she enjoys until she gets strapped to the cold operating table.
“Wha-!?” Yelps Rose. “Wai Wose nu mobe!?”
“Now wait here…” Said Grayson. “Looks like you need a special friend.”
“Nyu speciaw fwiend!?” Exclaims Rose with joy. "Beddah den owd dummeh speciaw fwiend!?:
“Oh, he is better than him in every way… just you wait.” Chuckles Grayson as went upstairs.
He did keep one and treated it better than the livestock he keeps. He comes into the safe room of his personal fluffy, a brown earthie with a black mane, quite heftier than the average.
“Hey Stud…” Grayson greets his pet.
“Hewwo Daddeh!” Stud greets back. “Fouwd Stud nyu enfie-mawe?”
“Oh that I have…” Chuckles Grayson.
“Gweat!” Says Stud. “Stud am gedding bowed wif enfie-pal.”
He hoofs a limbless stallion, who was once a Smarty of a feral herd. Now relegated to be Stud’s toy as compensation for breaking into his backyard and fucking his foals to get his sick rocks off.
“Wan… wan die…” Whines the former Smarty. “Wan die…”
“Later.” Grayson picks up Stud, “Let’s go, little buddy.”
The reason why he is called Stud, that he was used to punish misbehaving mares and occasionally misbehaving stallions. Ones who play favorites and attempts to kill their alicorn foals. And mostly the fact that his member is larger than the typical fluffy stallion, absolutely hurting their “special place”. And all the mares that he rapes comes out pregnant one hundred percent.
Grayson carries Stud to the basement, “Look what I got…!” He says in a singsong manner.
Rose was flabbergasted looking at Stud, “Dat am Wose nyu speciaw fwiend!? Bu dat am POOPIE FWUFFY!”
“Aw, but he really needs one and all the good mares have been taken.” Replies Grayson. That was a lie of course. He pretty much TAKES the good mares.
“Nu cawe! Nu wan Speciaw Huggies fwom Poopie Fwuffie!” Rose turns her head away.
“You hear that, Stud?” He looks at his pet as he looks back. “Wose doesn’t want special huggies from you.”
“Nu cawe, Daddeh.” Stud then turns to look at Rose. “Wose, wight? Nao… Stud teww ou wat. Stud wikes ou, and Stud wan ou. Nao Wose can do dis the easy way ow da hawd way. Da choice is yaws…”
“Dummeh Poopie Fwuffy! Wose says NU!” Screams Rose.
“Otey, Stud see Wose wan to do dis da hawd way.” Stud lifts his head, his eyes glowering down on the pinned magenta fluffy.
“Alright then…” Grayson chuckles maliciously as he sets Stud down on the operating table right behind Rose. “Go claim what is yours, warrior.”
Stud grins as he postions himself on top of Rose.
“Wha-?” Rose panics in her bindings. “Wose seid nu wan Speciaw Huggies fwom Poopie-”
Then she felt it.
“SKEEEEEEEEEE!!! SPECIAW PWACE WOWSTEST HUWTIES!!!” Rose flails around, panicking and wondering why she couldn’t move as she was being absolutely RAILED by Stud’s well endowed no no stick.
“ENF ENF ENF ENF- Wuv nyu enfie mawe!” Stud pounds her with intense vigor. “ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF!”
Grayson laughs as he leans against the wall, watching the scene unfold. He watches as Rose flails helplessly, trying everything to get away from her rapist. Even shitting on him mid-coitus, but Stud kept pounding away. Oh well, Grayson can clean him up later. Phase one complete to this punishment. Now… onto phase two.
“Have fun, Stud. Have some business to take care of.” Grayson heads to the “waiting room” of the basement.
Paying no attention to his owner, Stud is squarely focused on having his own fun with his new toy.
…
Bestest waited for what seems like hours when it was only a few minutes. Where is her dummy mama? Where is that dummy new daddy? And most of all, where are the nummies!? Dummy mama said they will get the bestest nummies, and yet there isn’t any! Does she want her bestest baby to starve!?
“DUMMEH DADDEH! BESTEST AM HUNGWY! WAN NUMMIES NAO!!!”
That was when her new daddy enters the room. Finally.
“Hello you little shit.” He squats down, looking at her.
“Dummeh Daddeh take too wong! Bestest Babbeh wan nummies!”
He then smiles. “No.”
No? No!? NO!?!? No one EVER said no to Bestest Baby, even Ugly Brother and he is a huge dummy! Maybe she wasn’t more loud enough. THAT could make him change his mind.
“DUMMEH DADDEH! BESTEST WAN NUMMIES, NAO!!!” Then she was swiped upwards by her new daddy’s hand and her shitting in surprise. “EEEEEEE- BAD UPSIES!!!”
“I think you have too much nummies, Lardass.” He pulls her close to his face. “Do you ever think that your siblings could be hungry too?”
“Nu cawe!” Spat Bestest. “Mummah seid am Bestest Pwetty Fwuffy! Aww oddah babbehs nu pwetty wike Bestest! Su Dummeh Bwuddahs and Sissie awways gib nummies to Bestest!”
“Oh? Well, let’s put that to the test, shall we?” Bestest still in his grip, they went out the door and into the basement. And Bestest gets to see her mother being sexually assaulted by a poopy fluffy.
“DUMMEH MUMMAH! SAB BESTEST BABBEH!”
“B-Bestest!?” Her mama’s tearful eyes looks at her child. “Nu! Nu wook, Bestest Babbeh! Huu huu…”
“Gud feews…” Proclaims the poopy fluffy
“I see that you are done, Stud.” Replies the new daddy. “Do you want to go back to your room now?”
“Nu…” The poopy fluffy grabs the sides of his new enfie mare. “Stiww wan mowe enfies…”
“Alright, tell me when you’re satisfied.” New daddy shrugs.
“NUUUU-!” Screams mama as the poopy fluffy thrusts away.
“Forget about them.” Said new daddy. “Let’s… clean you up.”
He drops Bestest into the sink with a heavy plot. The impact hurts, she thought, but that thought immediately went away as her new daddy turns the faucet and goes full blast on the water.
“EEEEEE-! WAWA BAD FO FWUFFY!!!” Shrieks Bestest as she lets go the last of her shit into the sink that soon got swept up into the drain. If she isn’t suffering from drowing, she was being scrubbed HARD by new daddy’s hand. The rough sponge is abrasive against waterlogged fluff.
“Oh. I almost forgot.” New daddy grabs some… thing, as he makes it hum. And brought it closer to her.
“Nu! Nu wan hummie munstah neaw Bestest!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears as it rans through her scalp, shaving off her beautiful mane. Well, beautiful according to her anyway.
“M-muh… WAN PWETTY HAIW BACK!!!” Screams Bestest. “MUMMAH! MUMMAH! HEWP BESTEST BABBEH!”
“She can’t hear through this rushing water, fat for brains.” New daddy lets out a wide grin. “Now then… let’s deal with that coat of yours…”
She felt, for the first time of her life, absolute fear.
…
“Hey everyone, this is Rose!” Grayson sets down a shellshocked magenta fluffy.
The livestock gathers around her.
“Hi Wose!”
“Wose am nyu fwiend?”
“Wike to hab nyu fwiend!”
Rose was still in a daze after… that, event. Paying no mind to the clamoring technicolor mass.
“Better treat her nicely now, because she just had special huggies with Stud.” Said Grayson as the livestock immediately pales upon hearing Stud’s name, and pity towards Rose. “And you know what means, right? She’s going to be a mama later.”
They immediately understood. The memories of their encounter with Stud was still fresh in their memories. And that was an accomplishment for a fluffy.
“Rose, you will be in the mare pen. Play nicely with the others or else you will a visit from Stud again.” Adds Grayson.
Rose just stood. And stood still even after Grayson left.
“Wose wan huggies?” One of the mares, a khaki fluffy come forth, offering comfort. “Sandie gib bestest huggies to make ou feew bettew.”
All Rose could do is nod as Sandy embraces her. She missed this. Warm huggies.
Give or take two weeks, Rose sorts forgot about the whole ordeal. She have a different problem to focus on now. Childbirth once more.
“BIGGEST POOPIES!!!”
Rose was in the nursing pen, watched over by Grayson to see if there was any complications with the birth. And the birth went smoothly.
“Wow, six foals!” He says, “Some of them are not exactly great colors, but they still sell.”
“Wha…? Can Wose see babbehs?” Asks Rose.
Normally, Grayson wouldn’t knowing her reaction towards her new brood. But her punishment is still ongoing.
“Alright!” He turns Rose around. And before her, two of them have a brighter coat color than the duller uglier babies. One that is a pink color like her mane, and the other…
“M-MUNSTAH BABBEH!”
She sees a scarlet foal with both horn AND wings. To a human, it’s living gold. To a fluffy, it is an abomination that needs to be killed for the good of fluffykind. And killing it she attempted before Grayson picks it up before she slams her hoof on it.
“Hey now, you wouldn’t kill one of your babies, right?” Grayson looks down, with the cheeping Alicorn foal in his hand. “This is perhaps the best foal you produced.”
“Nu cawe! Dat Munstah babbeh!” She pulls the pink foal close to her. “Dis is Bestest, nu Munstah!”
“Really? You have forgotten about your Bestest Baby?” Grayson fake gasps.
He right, Rose thought. She HAD forgotten about Bestest Baby.
“Whewe!? Whewe Bestest Babbeh!?” She exclaims.
Grayson grins. “Right here.” He reaches for a box, pulls it towards him and fishes out a rather pitiful fluffy that was once Rose’s Bestest Baby.
She was shaven bald, and her once magenta fur is now a sickly brownish green. As well as pretty thin as she was put on a strict diet AFTER Grayson amputated her legs.
“Wha!? Dis am not Bestest Babbeh!” Exclaims Rose in disbelief. “Dis am Poopie Babbeh!”
“No, this IS your Bestest Baby!” He hung her closer to her, “Take a closer look.”
“Mummah…?” Bestest weakly says to her.
“Ged Poopie Baby way fwom Wose!” Spat Rose, knocking Bestest off his hand.
Thin now as she is, Bestest still has enough energy to scream at her mother with vitriol, “DUMMEH MUMMAH! NU SEE AM BESTEST BABBEH!? MUMMAH SEID MUMMAH WUVS BESTEST!”
“Ou am no Bestest! Ou a Poopie!” Rose shouts back, holding the pink foal. “DIS am Bestest nao!”
Bestest was in disbelief, she was always told that she is the Bestest Baby, and now… she is being replaced?
“WIAW! MUMMAH SEID BESTEST AM BESTEST!” Bestest flails her nubs in fury. “WIAW WIAW WIAW WIAW WIAW WIAW- SKREEE!”
She was back handed by Grayson, knocked off to the side.
“It’s amazing that you still have the energy to produce that much noise.” He turns to Rose. “How could you, Rose? Have you learned nothing?”
“Wat?” Rose looks up at Grayson’s glare.
“Your blatent favoritism is what got you into this. And now you are playing favorites again.” He chuckles, “And failing to recognize your original favorite no less! You, Rose, are Bad Mummah.”
“Nu-! Nu am Bad Mummah!” Exclaims Rose. “Wose am Bestest Mummah!”
“Bestest Mummahs love all her babies. Bestest Mummahs don’t leave her babies to die.” Grayson hold up the cheeping alicorn. “And Bestest Mummahs CERTAINLY don’t kill their babies. Looks like SOMEONE wants be Stud’s special friend again.”
Memories come flooding right back at her.
“NU! NU WAN STUD BE SPECIAW FWIEND AGAIN! NU-HUU-HUU!”
Grayson lets the alicorn foal down as he picks up the flailing Rose. He then opens the door to the mare pen.
“Sandy, could you nurse these little guys?”
“Otey, wuv be pwetend mummah fo babbehs.” Sandy walks in and sits upright. “Come hewe babbehs, Sandie hab milkies.”
The foals crawls up to her to suckle on her always lactating teats.
She’s a good girl, Grayson thought. She was obedient since day one after him being rescued by her abusive Smarty. Much better than the mares he deal with nowadays.
Bestest baby can only watch as the foals are getting fed. But not her.
“Nu faiw…” Whines Bestest. “Ugwy fwuffies ged nummies bu nu Bestest… Mummah, wai nu wuv Bestest nu mowe… huu huu…”
Being made ugly, forced to starve, now abandoned by her mother, and then forced to watch those she deemed uglier than herself getting what SHE wanted.
“Wan die… wan die…”
…
Back in the Basement, Rose was once more strapped into the operating table. Trying to wriggle free, but once again, to no avail.
Then she hears the footsteps coming down her way.
“Oh Rose, look who wants to see you…”
Rose looks in horror.
“Hewwo Wose, hab gud time wast time.” Said Stud. “Heawd ou bad fwuffy. Stud WUVS bad fwuffies…”
“Wan… wan die…” Rose tears up.