“N-num poopies?” Uglyface asked, a lump forming in his throat.
He’d never done poopies himself before but Cupcake had made sure he was quite familiar with its awful stench and stickiness.
Warmy had spied Cupcake doing poopies that morning before she was taken by the humans, and knew exactly where to take Uglyface for his ‘nummies’.
“Yuss, Ugwyface- yu am poopie babbeh an’ soon wiww be poopie fwuffy. Poopie fwuffies num poopies!” Warmy said, matter-of-factly. Uglyface’s pitiful expression made her heart flutter, and the voice in her head purred for more.
“Poopies n-n-nu smeww p-pwetty…” he said, sniffing the pile of feces partially buried in the litter.
“Yu am’ haf tummie huwties an’ nu can num kibbew- an’ yu am poopie babbeh. Yu haf tu num poopies, siwwy,” Her tone was almost playful.
He knew she was right, though. He was a smelly, ugly, poopie babbeh, just like the smelly, ugly poopies in the litter before him… and if he was going to be numming poopies as a big fluffy…
His stomach ultimately made his choice for him.
Warmy watched in awe as Uglyface bent down and began to eat the feces. It was so funny to her that she couldn’t even laugh, only stare. Even the voice within was silent, in shock that its host could provoke an act so vile.
He took a small mouthful at first, and made a retching noise- then, he chewed slowly three times and swallowed.
Then he went for another, slightly bigger chunk. He didn’t wretch this time, but some tears did begin to drip down his face. He chewed and swallowed, taking a deep breath after.
He took one more large bite, and that was all he could take. He stood there, carefully drawing long breaths for a while.
Warmy spoke, not even trying to conceal her shock and awe, “Wus dem -heehee- wus dem poopies gud, Ugwyface? Ha ha!”
He looked over at her and nodded mournfully as she burst into a laughing fit. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t as hungry anymore.
Once finished, Warmy perked up, ready for more ‘play’, “wan gu pway wif Bwubewwy an’ Wiggwe?” she said, the voice in her head already plotting something new- a way to hurt the bestest baby Blueberry and blame Uglyface for it!
“B-baddes’ poopie babbeh p-p-pway wif b-bestes’ babbeh?” Uglyface asked, simultaneously feeling excited and scared by the prospect- Cupcake’s words echoed in his head, nevah du tawkies wif Cupcakeses’ bestes babbeh o’ yu git big huwites!
“It otay, poopie babbeh- heh- mummah say yu can pway wif bestes’ babbeh!”
Uglyface’s fear melted away, “W-weawwy? Can p-pway!?” a big dumb smile took over his face.
“Yuss! Fowwow Wawmy fo’ pwaysies!”
As they wandered out of the litterbox and over to Blueberry and Wiggle, Warmy intentionally walked slowly so she could observe Uglyface’s limp leg a little closer and also try to come up with a plan. She noticed that it only seemed to hurt him when he extended it and actually placed it down, and tried to keep it folded up against his side as much as he could.
“Hewwo, poopie babbeh an’ Wawmy!” Blueberry said when he saw the pair come close, “yu wan’ pway?”
“Poopie babbeh nu’ haf pway befo’,” Warmy explained.
Blueberry and Wiggle both gasped, “yu nebah haf pway!?”
Uglyface shook his head, “n-nu, sowwy,” he said, his tail wagging slightly.
Warmy watched the three play ball with each other for a little while. Uglyface’s “meal” had indeed given him a bit more strength and energy. Of course, he couldn’t keep up with his brothers, but none of them seemed to mind.
He giggled uncontrollably, booping the ball as it came to him, and cheering when it reached Blueberry or Wiggle who cheered as well.
Warmy almost thought the sight was… heartwarming- but the voice in her head reminded her of how hungry it was. Uglyface’s suffering had not been enough to satiate it. It needed more.
Da bwockies, it indicated.
Yes… she could make the blocks fall on Blueberry and blame Uglyface for it. A two-for-one. She writhed briefly with pleasure at the thought.
As her brothers’ ball game continued, she dragged all the blocks over and started to build a wall out of them- easy for mummah’s smartest fluffy to do. She also made sure to place them on top of a blanket which was long enough for her to reach and tug while hiding away nearby in a nearby pile of pillows.
“Pweez can pway hidie an’ seekies?” she asked Blueberry when she was done. She knew he liked that game.
“Wuuuuub hidies an’ seekies!” he cheered, “Yu awways haf smawtes’ ideas, Wawmy! Otay, otay! We pway!”
Wiggle pouted with his doltish voice, “Nu wan pway hidie an’ seekies- tu hawd fo’ Wiggwe! Nu smawt enuff fo’ gud hidies!”
“We pway fo’ teach Ugwyface hao tu pway!” Warmy added, “pweez Wiggwe- du fo’ Ugywface tu kno’ hao?”
Wiggle relented with a sigh and a wave of his hoof, and Blueberry began to excitedly explain the game to Uglyface, “wun babbeh du counties an’ nu du peekies an’ otha babbehs du hidies! When done wif counties, countie-babbeh twy to findie otha babbehs!”
Uglyface nodded, and to Warmy’s surprise, volunteered to be the seeker, “U-ugwyface weggies nu w-w-walkies gud sowwy, su w-wan b-be countie-babbeh…” He had unitentionally played right in Warmy’s trap.
“Otay den Ugwyface, yu du counties in fwont of bwockies! Du counties tu… ummm… twewve!” Warmy commanded.
“Hao m-m-many am t-twewve? Nu g-gud wif c-counties, sowwy,”
“Twewve am da same as thwee fwuffies’ weggies, dat hao many!” Blueberry replied.
Uglyface nodded with a smile and limped over to the block wall, while Warmy got close to Blueberry and whispered in his ear, "du hidies behin’ da bwockies, Bwubewwy! Am smawtes’, knu bestes’ hidie pwaces…"
Blueberry, not the smartest, agreed, whispering a little "fank yu" in return. Warmy always had the best ideas, he knew.
As Uglyface took his place and began to count to the best of his ability, the other three quickly took their positions- Warmy darted behind the pile of pillows and gripped the blanket with her hooves, Blueberry ‘sneaked’ behind the blocks and covered his mouth to hide any giggles, and Wiggle awkwardly attempted to hide behind the food bowls- his fat green rump sticking up.
Uglyface finished counting to what he thought was “twewve” and looked up.
He could not see Warmy. Wiggle- despite his failure to hide- was out of Uglyface’s view. Blueberry, on the other side of the block wall mere inches from Uglyface, had stuffed a hoof in his mouth to cover his giggles.
Warmy set her plan into action. She tugged on the blanket, causing the blocks to tumble right down ontop of Blueberry who immediately started to squeak in pain, something he hadn’t felt before.
Warmy jumped out before the blocks were even settled on the floor, and trying her best to hide her smile as she spoke, “Ugwyface! Why push bwockies on Bwubewwy!?” Wiggle poked his head up, “yu gif wowst huwties tu bestes’ babbeh Bwubewwy!”
It took Uglyface a few seconds to process what was happening- then the fear set in. His eyes went wide, his ears flopped down, his mouth curled into a grimace: he, the worstest, baddes’, stupid, ugly poopie baby had just given hurties to the bestest baby!
“Whu- b-b-bu’- nu-nu-nu mean- sowwy- p-pweez sowwy!” Uglyface tried to talk, to explain that it was an accident! He didn’t even remember doing it! Yet, try as he might, the words would not come. The despair was too great.
Blueberry had crawled out of the block pile, crying and spluttering, and Warmy hugged him, savouring his tears too, Wawmy am bestes’ babbeh, dummeh Bwubewwy, the voice said internally.
It felt so good to give him hurties- and without anyone even knowing! She was truly the smartest if she could hurt others without being caught.
“Yu gib huwties, yu git huwties! Wiggwe an’ Wawmy gif yu sowwy hoofsies!” Wiggle shouted, much to Warmy’s pleasure: the plan was going off perfectly, she didn’t even have to try to get Wiggle involved… She gently nudged Blueberry towards Cupcake’s pillow bed, where Softpetal had now perked up, watching with a keen eye.
As Wiggle approached Uglyface, Warmy stomped over. She didn’t want to give Uglyface hurties quite yet. She wanted to have just a little bit more fun before the main event.
“Dummeh Ugwyface, wisten,” she started, “mabbeh we nu gif yu sowwy hoofsies if yu du somfin fo’ us…” Uglyface looked up, his face already soaked with tears. If he could avoid hurties… “if yu makie gud dancie wike Wawmy, den we nu gif huwties!”
“H-h-hao du d-dancie? nebah du d-dancies b-befo, sowwy,” Uglyface meekly said, unaware of the Sisyphean challenge he had just unwittingly accepted.
Warmy was the best dancie baby.
Everyone agreed: Cupcake always gave big hugs for her dancies, her siblings always got cheered up by her dancies, the humans she showed her dancies to loved them. Nobody danced better than her.
“Dancie am easy, Ugwyface, even fo’ dummeh babbeh wike yu!” She reared up on her hind legs and started her dance: a wiggling of her body and front legs left and right, while her tail swished behind her and her wings flapped quickly, “yu see hao du dancie nao?” she asked, sitting back down.
“Du dancie nao, dummeh!” Wiggle demanded, puffing his cheeks.
Uglyface sat back, but as he attempted to rear up, he limp leg burned with pain and he instead fell over onto the blankie that the blocks had been on.
“It otay, twy agen siwwy!” Despite the kindess of Warmy’s words, he could detect the malice in her voice.
Uglyface struggled back on his rear, and while he was able to shakily hold his reared-up pose, the pain was too great when he tried to dance.
“Yu dancie am wowstes’ dancie!” Wiggle said, pushing him over hard. He covered his face with his hooves and curled up.
Warmy felt the relief pour over her- now the hurties could begin! And then the voice would be satisfied.
She jumped forward, slamming her front hooves against his side, and he peeped loudly. Wiggle walked around and started kicking his head, concentrating his strikes on the ears while Warmy stood ontop of him, pressing her full weight on his upper torso, restricting his breathing.
After a few seconds, Uglyface started to flail for air- the moment his hooves were away from his face, Wiggle seized the opportunity, “yu git sowwy poopies!” and turned his rear towards Uglyface’s head. He squeezed and huffed, and after a horrible squelching noise, a small squirt of feces flew out and onto his target.
Warmy hopped off when Uglyface started to splutter and wheeze- she wanted him hurt, not fowebah sweepies. She would get in trouble for that.
He breathed in deep and was wiping Wiggle’s mess from his mane when, at his unprotected rear, Warmy grabbed his tail with her teeth, and yanked hard. A small mouthful of fluff pulled away from his body. He urinated and peeped and Warmy spit out his tail fluff, laughing.
She then wrapped a hoof around his limp leg, and pulled it quick outwards- in a normal fluffy, this would simply extend the leg, but for Uglyface, it bent his already misaligned knee inward, which felt to him like knives being driven into his flesh. He had spat out most of Wiggle’s feces now, and simply sobbed and cried.
Warmy pulled his leg outwards a few more times, while shouting at him, “yu am a dummeh, stoopit, smewwy poopie babbeh. Yu am NU gud fo’ pway! Yu am NU gud fo’ fwiends! Yu ONWY gud fo’ huwties!” She pushed his leg back in place and slapped it one last time before turning her attention to his rear again.
She flashes a glance at Wiggle, who held Uglyface’s front legs down, seemingly understanding what Warmy was going to do next.
She lifted a hoof over Uglyface’s testicles and quickly pressed down on them. He chirped and squirmed, but as she pressed harder and harder, his chirps became screams, and his legs thrashed wildly. Finally, she slammed her hoof down hard. He felt a gut-wrenching ‘pop’ and he screeched loudly while convulsing before throwing up and finally passing out from the pain.
There was a near silence for a moment.
Wiggle could hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel his mouth watering. He didn’t really understand why, but he felt both scared and happy. He knew that hurties were bad, and he probably shouldn’t do them- but Uglyface was a bad babbeh, and he had hurt the bestest babbeh too! So, giving hurties was ok this time, right?
Warmy felt full- but not in the way she did when she had her milkies from mummah or a big bowl of kibble. It was a wonderful feeling, like a hole in her soul was finally filled. The voice was gone now- whatever it was, it got what it wanted. For now. Warmy got what she wanted too- what she needed.
She hoped she’d be able to give these kind of hurties to others in the future.
She and Wiggle pulled the blanket that Uglyface lay on back over to his usual spot beside the litterbox. They then covered him with his newspapers and retired to Cupcake’s bed to hug Blueberry and Softpetal to sleep, their hard day of playing now over.