It was a brand new day- 17 days to be exact since Cupcake’s wonderful family had been born.
Everyone had finished their lunchtime milkies. Blueberry and Wiggle were playing tag, Warmy was crawling around the climbing frame, and Softpetal had returned to mummah’s nestie to take a nap.
Meanwhile, Cupcake had waddled over to the litterbox for poopies. She spotted Uglyface peeking at her from behind his papers, and suddenely remembered her… obligation.
“Dummeh Ugwyface,” she spat at him, climbing out of the box towards him, “Cupcake nu wan gif yu miwkies, yu am dummeh, stoopit, poopie babbeh- yu am nu wun of Cupcakeses’ babbehs! Cupcake onwy maek gud babbehs…”
She dragged him out of his paper nest. He peeped and squirmed as she threw him into the litterbox, and climbing in after him, barked “yu dwink miwkies quickie befo’ Cupcake am finish doin’ poopies,” as she lay on her side.
Uglyface jumped onto her teats, gracious for the milk, and the feeling of touching somebody else.
As he suckled, Cupcake defecated. She intentionally pushed as hard as she could to make it happen fast. Her waste exploded out into a grand fart, and a big pile that stretched across the litterbox- and before Uglyface had even finished his seventh suck, she was done.
She kicked him off of her teats and pushed him backwards into the filth, “poopie babbeh am gon be big fwuffy soon- dat am mean yu num poopies!” She pushed hard on his face, covering most of his upper body and head in feces.
Uglyface lifted himself up, “N-num puh-poopies?” he said, his voice wavering.
“Das wite, dummeh Ugwyface, yu gon num poopies fo’ fwuffies soon!”
Uglyface began crying again, and his whimpering that would normally elicit protective behaviour in a mother-fluff instead annoyed Cupcake, who thought to herself, Why hoomans maek Cupcake gif miwkies tu dummeh poopie? Ugwyface am suuuu dum, not even knu’ hao tu du wittahbawks wight. Aww he du is cwy aww day wong, he am nu gud babbeh, dey shud gif him fowebah sweep-
Her train of thought was interrupted by Uglyface reaching a hoof up and wrapping it gently around one of hers. He looked up at her with his pathetic, sad face, and shakily spoke, “N-uu wan p-p-poopies… nee’ wub… p-p-pweez?” he mumbled.
She swiped his arm away with a bored sigh, “dummeh, yu nu git wubs fwom Cupcake,” she turned and watched the other foals playing, “wub onwy fo’ gud babbehs- yu am bad babbeh. Onwy gib miwkies cuz hoomans say tu,” she pushed his head back down into the feces, “it am baff day, dummeh babbeh. Nu maek twoubwe,” she warned, before trotting off.
He sat there, sobbing, for some time, Ugwyface am baddes’ babbeh, nu gud fo’ miwkies, huggies, pway, sketti. Nu even gud fo’ wub, he sulked to himself, Ugwyface onwy gud fo’ poopies…
“Now, what have we here,” a human voice said. Uglyface opened his eyes, looking up at the fluffmart employee looming over him, “you’re not supposed to lie in your own turds, you know,”
The boy was just on the cusp of manhood, a few chin-hairs poking out.
He reached down with his gloved hand and pulled Uglyface out of the litterbox by the scruff of his neck, “alright Cupcake, get the rest of your babies ready- its bath time,”
Uglyface didn’t try to fight back, despite the hurtful upsies. He just stared limply as he was dumped next to a few bowls of water, where Cupcake and the other foals had lined up, all of whom were disgusted by his awful smell.
“Ok, everyone- this is a bath,” the employee stated, “this is what you get when you need cleaning- your mom can’t give you lickie-cleanies when you become big fluffies,”
Cupcake nodded, “baffsies wiww make yu smeww pwetty,”
“That’s right- and even though there’s water in here, don’t worry! This is good water. Its nice and warm and has some soap in it, too. Now… who should go first?”
Uglyface hadn’t been listening. He was curled up, busy trying to make his various hurties go away with self-huggies, though it wasn’t really working. Plus, he didn’t like being thrust into the open like this for everyone to see. Suddenly, he was picked up again, “how about you, mister? You’re the smelliest, and all that poop on you ain’t gonna do you any good,”
The employee hovered Uglyface over the bowl of water, to which he began to panic instinctively- he started wriggling and breathing fast, “n-nu wan! S-s-owwy!”
Cupcake spoke up, “Nice mistah, dat am bad babbeh- he nu wisten, awways cwyin and nebah be gud,”
The employee nodded, “That’s fine, Cupcake. Some fluffies- especially babies- don’t like water very much. Maybe he’ll feel better having his mommy introduce him to a bath instead of a human?”
“Yuss nice mistah!” Cupcake said, hopping over to the bowl.
The employee dipped Uglyface into the water and let go- he immediately started thrashing and scree-ing, “NUUUU- NU WIKE PWEEZ NUUU-” never before had he shouted, but the imminent non-danger of drowning had sparked life into him.
Cupcake pushed him below the water as the employee got up and walked over to a table a few feet away to grab some sponges.
“Why poopie-babbeh makie shouties, mummah?” Blueberry asked in the mean time.
“Dat am cuz bad poopie babbeh wike tu be smewwy, nu wike pwetty smeww baffsies,”
Wiggle spoke next, “dis am scawy mummah! Wan huggies fo’ scawdey feews!” Warmy wrapped her hooves around him tightly.
“Nu wowwy gud babbehs, baffsies am gud fo’ fwuffies! Poopie-babbeh jus’ am bad babbeh, so nu wike baffsies!” Cupcake giggled as she started swirling Uglyface around the bowl, “siwwy bad babbeh, dis am gud fo’ yu!” She didn’t let him up for air as long as she knew she could, and when she did relent Uglyface burst up gasping, “gud babbehs take gud baffsies!” she laughed at him, splashing water into his face as he opened his eyes.
“EEEEEE- MUMMAH! SAVE BABBEH FWOM-” he began, but was quickly pushed under the water again.
“Alright Cupcake, thank you for getting him started for me,” the employee said, returning with sponges in hand, “but I’ll take it from here,” Cupcake allowed Uglyface to come back up, and he scrambled at the side of the bowl, spluttering and coughing.
The employee grabbed the scruff of his neck with one hand and held him up in view of the other foals, “now listen, little guy, I don’t wanna do this but you gotta take a bath without complaint,” he flicked Uglyface right on the snout. Only a small peep left him as he cupped his face with both hooves.
The employee then dipped him back in the water, but he didn’t panic this time- too scared of being flicked again.
The crusted urine and feces on his fur began to drop off and melt away as the sponge rubbed him all over, and the soap made him smell nice. In fact, he even began to relax a little- the bath was warm just like… just like when mummah let him have milkies.
He liked being touched even if it was by a human.
His limp leg really hurt, however, and he had to concentrate to not make any pained squeaks. He didn’t want another flick.
Before long though, he was all clean, and the employee put him back on the floor, next to Cupcake and some hand-towels, “Your mummah will dry you off while I get your brothers and sisters,” he said, turning to the others.
Uglyface weakly looked up at Cupcake who, without even looking, pushed him away with a back leg behind the towel pile.
He laid there, trying not to move or make any noise. His limp leg hurt badly. His throat and eyes stung from nearly “drowning”. His tummy, as always, ached with hunger. His fluff was wet and cold and he was already shivering.
He let out a few frustrated chirps, and crawled over to the towels and collapsed on top, pretending the towels were Cupcake’s soft fluff and suckled on one of his front hooves.
He never wanted to take a bath ever again.
