Uphie was so excited. How long had she dreamed of seeing mummah, and now the moment was almost here and she couldn’t be any happier. She looked at her two foals inside the Fluffy carrier with her. Bestest babbeh was just as excited. The little brown foal was jumping up and down. Uphie was loving it, Bestest babbeh’s energy was infectious. Meanwhile Gweenie babbeh was snuggling next to Uphie, and though it was a cute sight, Uphie could not help but wish that Gweenie babbeh would show just as much enthusiasm as Bestest babbeh, given that at long last Uphie was going to be reunited with mummah, but even if Gweenie babbeh was a little disappointing, Uphie still loved her because she was a good mummah.
For Bestest babbeh the whole journey had been a whole bunch of new experiences. They went to the doctow who did some weird things to her, and gave her pointy owwies, but mummah said it was to make her healthy. Then they went to some other place that was full of Fluffies and another place that smelt of yummy nummies, and now they were going to mummah mummah housie, which was really exciting because mummah had been telling so many stories about how nice and loving mummah mummah was and all the fun things at mummah’s housie. The only thing that she did not like about this whole trip was that she had to spend time with that meanie munstah that mummah called daddeh. The scawy dummeh hooman that gave her wostest owwies. Bestest babbeh hated him and had been secretly talking to mummah about him. Mummah promised that she would tell mummah mummah about all the mean things that daddeh did to mummah and Bestest, and told Bestest that mummah mummah would definitely get angry and gib daddeh owwies. She looked forward to that.
For Gweenie babbeh the foal was content. The vroom vroom munstah was a little bit too loud for her liking, but she was nice and warm nestled in mummah’s fur. Living with daddeh was very scary and she got really scared when daddeh almost gab Bestest forebah sweepies, but then again Bestest was being very noisy, it just felt a little unfair that mummah did not get angry at Bestest, when she always got angry for Gweenie babbeh for being noisy, but she did not mind, because she was going to a nice, warm housie and with her loving mummah.
As for Alize, he had been driving the whole time in silence. Aunty Sera had given him some perspective. He had punched Uphie so hard that the Fluffy was instantly knocked out with a broken nose, left her and her foals with no food in a dark and very cold bathroom, vomited on the mare, then threatened to kill her children if she did not shut up, only to end up actually trying to kill one of her kids. So while he still hated this entitled princess of shitsville, he could not blame her for her animosity, nor the hatred of that Bestest poopie baby, nor could he really get angry as both Uphie and Bestest conspired against him, with both Fluffies whispering comically loud about their plan to tell on him to Millie. He didn’t really mind and in fact he was kind of curious to see what Millie would do.
“We’re here you three” he said as he stopped the car in front of Millie’s idyllic cottage.
His statement was met by high pitched celebratory squeaks, as the Fluffies jostled about in the carrier bag. He got the bag out of the car and entered the house, greeted by Millie on the dining table, placing a tray of brownies on the table. It was quite a sight. Her hair was tied up in a cute bun, and she was dressed in that homely cottage core dress, but more importantly was the blood. The blood spread across her light brown apron and the blood on her chin and cheeks.
“Oh my god, are you okay?!” Alize practically screamed.
Millie looked at him in confusion and looked down on her blood-stained dress.
“Oops” she muttered softly before chuckling. “It’s not mine” she added.
“Huh?!”
Millie approached him with a sweet smile, and as she got close the difference in their height became quite apparent with Millie being half a head tall than Alize. She held his cheek with her soft hands and kissed him deeply, causing Alize to melt in her grasp. He momentarily got lost in the moment and dropped the carrier bag causing Uphie and her foals to scream as they felt themselves dropping and crash on the floor.
“Y dummeh daddeh dwop Uwpee n babbehs!!” Uphie cried out.
Uphie began to push on the door of the carrier bag, trying to escape. She could see her beloved mummah just there. Mummah was holding dummeh daddeh’s face and giving him kissies, but why was she ignoring Uphie. Her babbeh whom she hadn’t seen in so many forevers was right here, so why was her mummah ignoring her and only paying attention to dummeh daddeh. Did mummah not miss her? Or maybe mummah did not notice her.
“Mummah! Mummah! Uwpee hewe! Uwpee n babbehs hewe!”
Millie broke away from her kiss with her darling boyfriend, but continued holding his face in her hands. She loved doing this. Kissing him and then looking at his adorable doll-like face as he stared up at her with that cute submissive look. Unfortunately she was unable to really enjoy the moment, because a certain little someone was making a racket. She kissed her boyfriend on the forehead, then turned her attention to the carrier bag, lifting it up and placing it on the dining table.
Uphie’s spirits began to lift as she noticed mummah approach and place the Fluffy carrier on the table, and she was absolutely ecstatic when she saw mummah look inside. However, as mummah stared at her something felt off. Mummah’s see places were cold, she had a frown, and for some reason she smelled of Fwuffy boo boo juice. Uphie felt scared and subconsciously began to back away. That was until mummah’s frown turned to a smile.
“There she is!” Mummah suddenly said, as she opened the Fluffy carrier door and reached in for Uphie.
Uphie felt mummah’s soft hands wrap around her tummy and she sighed in comfort as she was pulled out of the Fluffy carrier. She felt safe. Well almost. She could see mummah’s pwetty face, hear mummah’s lovely voice and mummah was smiling, but mummah’s see places still looked cold, and there was still that smell of Fwuffy boo boo juice all over her that made Uphie feeling uncomfortable.
“Y… Y mummah smeww of Fwuffy boo boo juice?”
Millie looked at the Fluffy in surprise, before smirking as she thought of an excuse.
“Sorry Uphie. I was helping some other Fluffies out and one got into… Um… an accident”
“Oddah Fwuffies?” Uphie asked, as she looked around “Uwpee hab nyu fwens? Acciwent?”
Millie chuckled. “Sorry… baby. The Fluffies left, they said they had to go to take care of the one who got in an accident.”
“Oh…” Uphie said dejectedly at the thought of losing new friends.
“Oh? You don’t miss mummah, and want to go play with other Fluffies?”
Uphie began to panic and stammer “Nu mummah! Uwpee nu mean dat! Uwpee miss mummah! Weally miss mummah!”
“I see.” Millie said, as she planted a kiss on her Fluffy’s forehead.
Uphie cried out in happiness and began nuzzling her mummah. Her mummah might have had those scary cold see places and smelled of boo boo juice, but it was her mummah all the same and she was just so happy. Finally after enduring so many bright times and dark times out in the scawy outsies, she had finally gotten what she worked so hard for, her kind loving mummah.
“Mummah?” came a loud voice.
Uphie turned and saw Bestest babbeh come out of the Fluffy carrier, and she knew that she just had to introduce her cute babbehs to her mummah.
“Mummah! Mummah!” Uphie cried lively “Uwpee hab babbehs tu sho tu mummah.”
“Go on” Millie replied with a smile, placing the Fluffy mare back on the table next to her foals.
“Dis am Bestest babbeh!” Uphie announced proudly
Millie watched as the brown foal strutted forward with it’s head held up high. It had a smug smile and eyes full of confidence, and sounded so boastful as it introduced itself as Bestest babbeh, but the introduction was interrupted by Alize.
“Oh!” Alize exclaimed “I left the pizza and Fluffy stuff in the car! I’ll be right back”
Millie giggled and watched as Alize raced out the front door, then turned back to see Bestest babbeh pouting.
“Dummeh daddeh” Bestest babbeh muttered.
Millie frowned. “What did you call him?” she asked coldly.
Bestest babbeh looked at her with a perplexed look, then boldy repeated “Dummeh daddeh?”
Millie cocked one eyebrow up and cracked her fingers, as she tried her best to maintain her smile, but she could not help but wonder how it would feel to squash a foal’s eyes. Her thoughts were interrupted by Uphie, who sat next to Bestest babbeh.
“Mummah!” Uphie exclaimed “Daddeh am meanie munstah dat gib Uwpee wostest owwies. Hab head huwties, tummy owwies and wostest smeww pwace owwies. Afta doctow, owwies go away, bu daddeh sti gib at daddeh housie, n daddeh also mak sickie wawa on Uwpee n sai wiww gib babbehs foebah sweepies.”
“Oh? That’s quite… terrible.”
Uphie nodded and cried a little bit as she remembered how horrible it was “Daddeh sa sowwi, bu can mummah stiww gib daddeh wan owwies so daddeh no be mean to Uwpee n babbehs anymo, o shouties at daddeh wike befo.”
Millie stared at Uphie silently. She was at a complete loss for words at such a brazen request. Shout at daddy like before? It was definitely a reference to the many times she had an argument with Alize over Uphie. Millie bit her lip in anger, yet also felt ashamed. She watched Alize come back inside the house with the pizza, the kibbles and the diapers, setting them all on the table. Then watched as his face lit up, as he spotted the brownies.
“Oh! Brownies!” he exclaimed, as grabbed a piece of his favorite chocolate treat.
“Lize!” Millie said harshly, causing Alize to look back on her stunned.
“S… Sorry. I didn’t know the brownies were for later.”
“Did you vomit on Uphie and threaten to kill her foals?”
Alize gulped nervously and looked down in shame “Yeah…” he muttered.
“See mummah!” Uphie shouted angrily
Alize was going to retort, but Millie walked up to him, and grabbed his wrist.
“That’s it mister. You are coming with me to my bedroom for punishment you bad boy!” She said with a suggestive grin.
Alize blushed a bright red, putting up no resistance as Millie threw away her apron and led him to the bedroom. Uphie, however, had no clue about innuendos. She genuinely thought that mummah was punishing daddeh and looked at Bestest babbeh with a smug grin. Bestest babbeh smiled just as smugly, both Fluffies were content as they believed that dummeh daddeh was finally getting the punishment he was due. Uphie sat on the table and waited for mummah and dummeh daddeh to come back. Gweenie babbeh had finally come out of the Fluffy carrier and snuggled up to her mummah, while Bestest babbeh explored the table.
“Wa… Wait I haven’t showe…” came a muffled voice that sounded like dummeh daddeh.
“Get over here now mister…” came a muffled voice that sounded like mummah.
There were more noises that Uphie could not quite make out, but it sounded like mummah was giving dummeh daddeh a lot of hurties, as she could hear what sounded like mummah and dummeh daddeh screaming. Uphie was happy that dummeh daddeh was getting owwies, but she hoped that mummah would finish quickly. She missed mummah and wanted to spend more time with her, and she was also getting quite hungry, dummeh daddeh said that mummah was making sketti, but where was it?
She looked around the table. There was the box with nummies, but Uphie had no idea how to open the box. There was also a bag full of kwibbles nummies, but again she had no idea how to get it out of the bag. She tried hitting and biting the bag, but nothing worked. There was also a tray. There was something inside that looked the same color as Bestest babbeh and it smelt yummy. Uphie remembered that dummeh daddeh had at some of this nummie, so she decided to taste some as well.
Her see places opened wide as the sweet richness of fudge chocolate filled her mouth. They were so delicious that she had to have more. She began to dig in, unable to believe how sweet this taste was. She could hear Bestest and Gweenie babbeh approach. Both saying they were hungry, and she tapped on the sweet warm brown nummie in the tray.
“Hewe babbehs! Dis am vewy tawsty nummies!”
She watched as both foals, quickly scamper towards the tray and stuffed their little faces into this sweet brown nummie and she could not help but smile. Her babbehs were so cute and clearly her mummah seemed to think the same. She ate a little more before resting at the side, and she watched as both Bestest babbeh and Gweenie babbeh kept eat until they had their fill. After that she began playing with Bestest babbeh, while Gweenie babbeh went back to the Fluffy carrier to sleep.
Uphie was feeling so happy. Mummah really was the best. She had just come home and mummah already gave dummeh daddeh wostest owwies fo being a meanie munstah and given her such tasty nummies. She just wished that mummah would finish giving dummeh daddeh, so that she could play with mummah. She could only wait, and waited for what felt like a long time, until she heard the door open, and saw mummah come out.
Millie came out of the bedroom with a very satisfied grin, but that grin quickly turned to a frown as she came into the living room and saw that the Fluffies had help themselves to Alize’s fudge brownies. Uphie was looking at her with wide bright eyes and a smiling mouth full of fudge, commenting something about how the brownies were tasty, Millie wasn’t really listening, she was too busy looking at the tray, inspecting how much her Fluffy had eaten, or rather how much they had defiled.
She had only been gone for twenty minutes, but Uphie and her foals had already devoured a quarter of the brownies and she could see that they had stepped on some parts as well. The idea of feeding her boyfriend brownies tainted with their saliva or the parts that Uphie stepped on with her filthy hooves, disgusted her and she began to cut off the pieces, until only half of the brownies remained on the tray. So little left. She bit her lip in frustration and closed her eyes as she left off a deep sigh. She was just glad that Uphie wasn’t allergic to chocolate. She had plans, and it would have seriously been annoying if Uphie just straight up died from such random circumstances.
“Wat wong mummah?” She heard Uphie ask in that annoying high pitched tone.
“Nothing… Oh. Are you still hungry for sketti?”
Uphie’s eyes lit up like a candle “Wan sketti!” she practically screamed.
“Ok…”
Uphie began to bounce around the table excitedly chanting “sketti” repeatedly. Her excitement was infectious, and soon her Bestest babbehs began to mimic her, bouncing around and chanting “sketti” over and over again. They had big smiles and soon Bestest babbeh began to dance, as Uphie cheered in delight.
Millie watched, trying to maintain her neutral expression, but she was losing her patience. If it was any other Fluffy, the sight would have been adorable, but it was hard to feel anything but loathing for her ungrateful runaway and the loud-mouthed spawn. Her stupid brat who had stuffed her disgusting face with the brownies meant for her Alize and not just that. The gall of Uphie to actually demand that she hurt or shout at Alize, the man who saved her entitled self, was gnawing on Millie’s brain, as she fought the desire to eradicate the mare. Plus there was Bestest babbeh too, the fecal colored foal who dared to call her Alize, dummeh daddeh. The man who could have killed her easily, but decided to spare her and bring her along with her mummah, when he could have just discarded her. Was she seriously going to let these pig rats remain unpunished?
She took another deep breath as she thought about her plan. She had been fantasizing about her revenge for ages and had this long drawn out scheme to make Uphie suffer, but the more she thought about letting Uphie and Bestest babbeh remaining unscathed despite their transgressions toward her Alize, the more Millie felt like giving up on her revenge scheme, and just going for the Complete Nuggetification process.
She had heard about it online. It was on offer by some store called The Agony Presence. Remove their limbs, their eyes, their ears and their fur. Plug their private parts to a machine to constantly suck up their waste and sew up the mouth, feeding them with a drip. Let them live out the rest of lives as nothing more than organ sacks. Such a miserable existence would definitely be horrid, yet it felt unsatisfying, as no lesson would be properly learnt. No prolonged suffering coupled with the realization that this was all a consequence of one’s own action. She just had to be patient. Soon Uphie would learn how tough reality was.
“Mii. I think the sketti is done” Alize suddenly commented next to her.
Millie jerked, startled by her boyfriend’s sudden appearance.
“You scared me” she said with a smile.
Alize chuckled as he turned off the stove.
“Smells nice. Can I have some?” Alize asked.
“Dummeh daddeh! Sketti am onwy fo Uwpee n babbehs!” Uphie screamed
“Dummeh daddeh!” Bestest babbeh added.
Alize groaned and rolled his eyes as he looked at Millie, but Millie only smiled, and squeezed his hands.
“Don’t eat the sketti” she whispered “It has some… nasty stuff”
Alize responded with a perplexed look, but said nothing as Millie placed the sketti in a food bowl. Meanwhile, Uphie was over the moon when she saw the sketti go into her food bowl, and as soon as mummah placed the bowl on the table, Uphie scrambled towards it and began to dig in without a second thought. After so long, she was finally having the sketti she had been longing for. The sweet creamy taste of hot freshly made sketti that she been imagining in what felt like forever. Only something was wrong. The sketti tasted odd. There was a bitterness that tasted like poopies and the faint scent of forebah sweepie fwuffies and forebah sweepie babbehs. It certainly made the sketties hard to eat.
“Mummah.” Uphie cried “Sketti nu yummy n nu smeww pwetty. Can Uwpee hab nother sketti?”
Millie said nothing as she filled another bowl with the sketti and served it to Uphie. Bestest babbeh had also joined her and had some of the sketti to bite, but both the mare and her foal shared looks of discomfort, as they could taste the bitterness of poopies and smell the faint scent of forever sleepy Fwuffies and babbehs.
“Mummah! Sketti nu yummy. Uwpee nu wan”
“Huh? But baby, I made the sketti because daddy said you wanted.”
“Nu! Uwpee nu wan dis sketti mummah! Nu wan! Can Uwpee hab nyu sketti!”
At this point, Alize had enough and slammed his palm on the kitchen counter. “God fucking damnit Uphie! Mii went through a lot of trouble to make you sketti. I did not rescue you out of that stupid dirty ass from that alleyway just so that you could disrespect your mummah like this.”
Uphie did not like that and her see places filled with rage “Dummeh daddeh!” She screamed “Nu caww Uwpee dummeh! Uwpee nu wike dis sketti. Nu yummy n nu smeww pwetty!”
Bestest babbeh got involved as well screaming “Mummah wite! Nu caww mummah dummeh! Dummeh daddeh!”
Alize cracked his knuckles. Enough was enough. It was time these stupid shit rats learnt some manners, and he looked at Millie, waiting for permission to punish them, but Millie raised her hand and she shook her head. She smiled, as she had an idea.
“Okay. Okay everyone calm down. Let me see if I can get some new sketti, but first Uphie, I want you and Bestest babbeh to apologize to daddy for calling him a dummy.”
Uphie turned her head away pompously “Nu!” She declared in an arrogant tone “Uwpie nu sa sowwi tu meanie munstah daddeh. Daddeh gib Uwpee wostest owwies, sickie wawa and heawt hurties! Nu sowwi fo caww dummeh daddeh!”
Bestest babbeh nodded her head in agreement “Dummeh daddeh sa gib Bestest babbeh forebah sweepies! Nu sowwi fo caww dummeh daddeh!”
Alize was about to retort, but stopped when Millie raised a hand, she smiled as she was hoping that they would say that. Then she picked up Uphie and Bestest babbeh gently, letting them rest in her arms.
“Wewwe mummah tak Uwpee n Bestest babbeh?”
“Somewhere where you won’t have to see your so called dummy daddeh.”
Uphie and Bestest babbeh began to cheer, believing that mummah had sided with them and was taking them somewhere safe and far away from their dummeh daddeh. However, they began to realize that something was wrong when mummah opened a door and they were hit by a sudden gush of coldie owwies and the view of the scawy outdoows, and by the time they realized what mummah was doing, it was already too late, as they were both dropped onto the snow just in front of mummah’s housie.
They screamed as they fell and made loud “oofs” as they fell onto the soft snow below. Uphie looked at her mummah in disbelief. What was going on? Why did mummah just drop them? Was this a mistake? Mummah had not said a word and went back inside, leaving them at the mercy of the cowdie outsie. Uphie began to panic, as she looked around. It was the darkie time, so everything was dark except for mummah’s housie and Uphie began to remember her time with the herd when the barkie munstahs attacked. Fear set in, and she scampered to the door as fast as her stumpy legs could carry her, and began desperately banging on it with her hooves.
“Mummah! Mummah! Uwpee n Bestest babbeh stiww outsie! Y weabe Uwpee n babbeh! Iz cowdie and scawy! Mummah! Mummah! Pwease wet Uwpee in!”
A gush of cold air blew past, sending a shiver down her spine and caused her to panic even further. She began hitting the door with her hooves as hard as she could and screamed even louder.
“Mummah! Uwpee n Bestest babbeh stiww outsie! Wet in! Wet in!”
No response and tears began to fall from Uphie’s see places as she entertained the possibility that she was going to have forever sleepies in the cold scawy outdoows, and she began to hit the door so hard that her hooves hurt, and she screamed as loud as she possibly could.
“MUMMAH WET UWPEE IN PWEASE!”
Still no response and Uphie realized that she was being punished, and she did what Fluffies did best.
“Uwpee nu kno wut Uwpee did, bu sowwi! Sowwi, mummah!”
Even after this, there was still no response. She had said sorry but her mummah had still not let her in. Did her mummah hate her? What did she do wrong? Was it because she called daddeh a dummeh? But dummeh daddeh was a meanie munstah, who gave her owwies, sickie wawa and heawt hurties, so it couldn’t be that. But then why? Uphie wasn’t sure, but continued banging on the door.
“Sowwi mummah! Pwease wet Uwpee in! Pwease mummah!”
—-
Alize sat on the sofa eating a slice of pizza, as he listened to the jazz music that Millie had put on the player. The music was playing loud enough that it just about drowned the desperate pleas from Uphie. He never expected Millie to toss Uphie and her foal out to the cold. He had to admit, it was satisfying. Hearing the turd princess realize that her and her kid were not as special as they thought they were was seriously amusing, but he did feel a little irked, after all the time he wasted washing that stupid little shit and her turd baby, taking them to the doctor and such, and the shit factory just had to piss off Millie and get herself kicked out.
“You okay?” He asked Millie.
Millie looked at him with a warm smile as she scooped the remaining sketti from the pot, and into some old tupperware.
“I’m fine” She replied “How long do you think it would take before they freeze to death?”
Alize shrugged. “Maybe an hour?”
“Okay, I’ll leave them out for forty minutes”
Millie grabbed a timer and set it, as Alize got off the sofa to get the partially eaten sketti in Uphie’s food bowl, but before he could pick up the bowl he noticed a certain someone squirming in the Fluffy carrier. It was Uphie’s other foal.
“Oh! You forgot Gweenie babbeh” Alize exclaimed
Millie looked at him in confusion “Who?”
Alize looked at the frightened foal. As always, quiet yet scared. The helpless little thing was sitting on a puddle of its own piss and trembled as it looked at him .
“M… Mummah” It managed to whisper.
Alize sighed as he stared at the piss puddle. Fluffies were such messy little things. He gently picked up Gweenie babbeh. It looked at him with fear and squirmed a bit, but clung to one of his fingers. He had to admit, it was kind cute. Only kind of, the dark green fur was kinda unappealing. He used some tissue to soak the piss puddle and sprayed the area with cleaning alcohol. Then looked at Gweenie babbeh, as it stared at him with it’s baby brown eyes.
“D… Daddeh… Y mummah mummah bwing mummah outsie?”
“Because your mama is a bad Fluffy.”
Gweenie Babbeh stared at him wide eyed and shivered with fright.
“Mummah… Bad fwuffy?”
“Yeah she demanded new sketti from her mummah and called me a dummeh daddeh.”
Gweenie Babbeh continued to tremble, unable to believe that her mummah was a Bad Fwuffy. She did not know what to do, but mummah sounded so scared, and that was enough for Gweenie babbeh to know that she needed to help. That being said, she did not know how to help, so she tried to use her words.
“Daddeh. Gweenie babbeh pwomise no caww daddeh dummeh n nu ask fo nyu sketti. Can daddeh wet mummah in housie?”
Alize chuckled as such a meaningless promise and poked Gweenie babbeh’s belly gently, causing the foal to squirm. He had to admit, Gweenie babbeh seemed like a good one. It was quiet and felt well-mannered, especially in comparison to Bestest babbeh and he did feel a little sympathy for what was Uphie’s lesser favored child. He noticed Millie looking at him with a cheeky grin, and watched as she approached him, hugging him from behind.
“I never thought I would see the day you coddle a Fluffy foal” Millie said softly.
“Well I never thought I would see a day you would kick Uphie out of the house” Alize retorted cheekily
“Fair enough”
Millie chuckled, as she got behind Alize and rested her chin on his shoulder. She stared at Gweenie babbeh and noticed the foal staring at her in fear. She placed her hand next to Alize’s hand, signaling that she wanted to hold the foal, and Alize quickly rolled the foal off his palm and onto hers. Gweenie babbeh made some protest, desperately trying to cling to Alize’s fingers as she made frightened peeps, but such efforts were all in vain as she landed onto Millie’s hand and stared at Millie with a look of terror, before she once again pissed herself. This time on Millie’s palm.
“Ah gross.” Alize exclaimed
Millie just chuckled “It’s normal. Poor little thing must be absolutely frightened of me.”
Millie looked around and found a soft towel. She placed Gweenie babbeh gently on the towel and tickled its belly, prompting Gweenie babbeh to giggle a bit. She noticed that the foal still looked frightened of her, but it was no longer trembling as much, and she took the opportunity to carefully inspect it. A filly with two tiny wings, and like it’s sibling, this foal had unfortunate colors. A dark vomit green, and Millie could see the mane and tail was growing and it was going to be a reddish brown. However, closer inspection also revealed the formation of orange fur amongst the green, in a pattern matching that of tiger stripes. That was somewhat interesting.
The foal still looked scared and kept looking at the door. Despite the music and the fact that Uphie was quieter, they all could still hear her knocking and pleading to be let in, and it was clear that Gweenie babbeh was very distraught about this. Millie honestly did not care. She was still unsure how to feel about this Gweenie babbeh.
Much like Bestest babbeh, this foal was the wretched spawn of her thankless run away. Yet Millie could not deny the fact that this seemed like a good foal. The fact that Alize was actually nice to Gweenie babbeh was something very rare and she did hear Gweenie babbeh call Alize daddeh instead of dummeh daddeh. She had also heard Gweenie babbeh pleading for Uphie. Such a noble gesture, though quite pointless, did feel quite endearing and Millie had to admit it was all really helping Gweenie babbeh’s case.
Gweenie babbeh did look quite cute, though to be fair all Fluffy foals were cute to Millie. Not like that Pig Rat baby that Uphie called Bestest babbeh. As Millie thought about it, she had also noticed that Uphie was not looking very cute anymore as well. That Pig Rat felt old and washed up. How did such an ugly creature have a baby like Gweenie babbeh?
Millie stared at Gweenie babbeh again and tickled the foals belly. Prompting another cute set of giggles from the dark green foal, and Millie continued tickling the belly. This time a little harder. Gweenie babbeh was still giggling. Just a little bit now, but Millie could also see a look of discomfort on her face. It was so adorable. Millie grinned, as she continued rubbing Gweenie babbeh’s belly, watching as the foal squirmed and struggled quietly. This was the best. Fluffies really were the cutest when tormented and tortured.
Alize was washing the pot when he noticed his girlfriend making a face he had only seen a couple of times. She was staring at Gweenie babbeh and her eyes were like that of a predator who had trapped its prey, accompanied by that cruel, almost psychotic, smile. It was surprisingly hot and a face that Millie had only made two other time, both in bed. Alize was now starting to realize that his girlfriend may have been more of a Fluffy abuser than he thought.
“That’s quite a face you’re making” Alize commented.
Millie suddenly looked at him in confusion. “What?” she asked.
“The face you’re making. I thought that was only for me to see in bed” Alize quipped.
Millie began to laugh and her smile turned sweet. She dropped Gweenie babbeh and quickly walked over to her boyfriend to give him another kiss. Then she turned back to Gweenie babbeh and watched as the foal tried to crawl away. She walked over to the foal silently and turned Gweenie babbeh onto her back, before pressing a single finger into Gweenie’s belly and slowly pushing her finger deeper into the flesh. Gweenie babbeh was making pained chirps and as Millie pushed even deeper, Gweenie babbeh began to defecate itself again. Millie smiled as she cleaned the waste. This one was going to be fun to tease.
“You’re sooooo cute” She could not help to exclaim.
This surprised Gweenie babbeh, who stopped squirming as Millie’s released her finger from the foal’s belly.
“I think I want to give you a name” Millie continued “How about Veve?”
Gweenie babbeh stared at her in confusion “Wewe? Bu… Mummah gib Gweenie babbeh namsie Gweenie babbeh aweady.”
“Oh you don’t need to worry about that. I am sure your mummah will be okay if I change your name to Veve. After all, I am your mummah mummah, right?”
Gweenie babbeh merely nodded, as Millie cleaned up the mess that stained her nether regions. Then Millie stroked Gweenie babbeh’s cheeks gently. Uphie had stopped making a racket and the music had stopped. It was peaceful. Millie placed Gweenie babbeh on her palm and began to gentle massage the foal with her warm fingers and she began to sing.
“It’s a world of laughter. A world of tears. It’s a world of hopes. And a world of fears. There’s so much that we share. That it’s time we’re aware. It’s a small world after all…”
Uphie walked away from the door, feeling absolutely destroyed. Her hoofsies had hurties from banging the door too much, her mouthie had owwies from screaming too much, and she was feeling cold owwies. Mummah had still not let her in, no matter how many times she said sorry. It seemed mummah no longer wuved her. She look back and saw Bestest babbeh in the snowsie. Her babbeh was shivering and Uphie began to panic at the thought of losing another babbeh.
Despite the pain of her hooves, she quickly ran to Bestest babbeh and remove her babbeh from the snowsie. She crawled next to the door feeling warmsie coming from the little gap at the bottom and huddled next to it with Bestest babbeh. She could hear her Bestest babbeh crying and saying that she had the wostest coldie owwies, and Uphie did not know what to do. She could only curl up with Bestest babbeh and hope that mummah would forgive her and let her come back in, and so she waited.
She waited for what felt like so many forevers, and the longer time passed the more that she felt that mummah had forgotten her and the more likely she was going to have forever sleepies from coldie hurties. She thought about how hard life was. First in the tree nestie, then wandering the outsie with only her babbehs, the dummeh herd and then dummeh daddeh. She had struggled so much and worked so hard to raise her babbehs and bring them to mummah, and they were so cute, so why did mummah kick her out? Life was so unfair, but as she thought about it, she realized that she never said sorry for running away.
That was right. She told herself that didn’t she? Back in the tree nestie. Mummah gave her so much and then she ran away. Didn’t she say that was going to say sorry. Instead she said she asked for nyu sketti. This was dummeh daddeh’s fault. If dummeh daddeh didn’t make her so angry, she would have remembered her plan to tell mummah sorry, and mummah wouldn’t have kicked her out. Ugh! Dummeh daddeh was seriously the worst, but now was not the time for that. She got up and began hitting the door again. Her hooves hurt, but she needed to do this. She needed to tell mummah sorry for running away. For her and for her babbehs. She tapped on the door gently. Her front hoofies still felt sore and she did not want to hurt them too bad from all this knocking
“Uwpee sowwi fo wunning away mummah! Uwpee kno dat Uwpee bad Fwuffy fo wunning away! Uwpee kno mummah wok hardsie tu gib Uwpee many nummies n warmsies n toys, wike Speciaw Fwen n Sanny, bu Uwpee wun way n Uwpee sowwi! Uwpee fowgo tu sa sowwi befo, becaw dummeh daddeh mak Uwpee so angwy, bu Uwpee now wememba and wan sa sowwi pwopewly! Pwease wet Uwpee in mummah!”
The door suddenly opened and Uphie looked up in delight, expecting to see mummah. The smile quickly turned to a frown when she saw it was dummeh daddeh, and she began to pout as she backed away from the door.
“Dummeh daddeh!” She screamed “Nu wan see dummeh daddeh! Wan mummah!”
Dummeh daddeh suddenly nudged her aside with his foot, causing her to fall to her side. She screamed in rage at such disrespect, as she scrambled to get up, and tried to charge after dummeh daddeh in order to get back at him, but dummeh daddeh walked too fast and her front hoofies were giving her hurties. So, she watched as dummeh daddeh walked away and got into the vroom vroom munstah. At least that meant that dummeh daddeh was leaving, so that was a relief. She just needed to convince mummah to let her back in, and everything would be alright. She began walking back towards the door, when she heard footsteps from behind.
She turned around just to see dummeh daddeh walk past her and nudge her again with his foot. Causing her to fall to her side again. She screamed in rage “Dummeh daddeh, y mak Uwpee faww!!!” As dummeh daddeh walked back inside the house and closed the door. She got back up on the porch and looked at the door in shock. What was that?!?! What the hell was that?! Dummeh daddeh was seriously, the absolute worstest, and once mummah forgave her, she was going to make dummeh daddeh pay!
She began to pound at the door as hard as she could, ignoring the hurties in her hoofies as she screamed “Meanie munstah dummeh daddeh! Uwpee hatechu! Hatechu!” She continued pounding at the door, but stopped when she noticed Bestest babbeh curled up like a ball and trembling violently. Uphie began to panic and quickly began to nuzzle her precious little baby.
“Bestest babbeh! Wat wong!” She cried
“Mummah” Bestest replied “Bestest babbeh hab coldie owwies. Y mummah mummah leabe mummh n Bestest babbeh ou of housie? mummah mummah no wuv?”
Uphie nuzzled her foal. “Nu kno Bestest babbeh, Mummah nu kno y mummah weave Uwpee n ba…”
Uphie suddenly looked around in confusion. It had just occurred to her that she was missing Gweenie babbeh. She began to look around in a panic, trying to find her missing foal.
“Gweenie babbeh!” She cried out.
“Bestest babbeh wewwe Gweenie babbeh?!”
Bestest babbeh looked at her in confusion and looked around casually before replying “Bestest nu kno”
Uphie began to panic more as she began searching the snowsie for Gweenie babbeh. She could already imagine Gweenie babbeh having the worstest coldie hurties and was probably begging for Uphie to save her. Uphie began to panic even harder at the thought that she was going to fail one of her two remaining babbehs. No. After how hard she worked to get these two here. To lose one of her last babbehs. Mummah would definitely think she was a bad mummah.
“Gweenie babbeh! Gweenie babbeh!” She cried.
No response and Uphie grew more and more frustrated the more Gweenie babbeh did not respond. Why was her babbeh not responding. Why was Gweenie babbeh not asking for her help? Did Gweenie babbeh not kno how scared she was making her mummah? Uphie began looking in the bushes, but could not find her. Where was Gweenie babbeh?! Uphie looked around feeling irritated and scared.
“Nao nut thyme fo hidsie n seekies Gweenie babbeh!” Uphie screamed.
Still no response, and Uphie huffed. Fine if Gweenie babbeh did not want to mummah to fin her then Uphie was not going to bother. She was going to snuggle up to Bestest babbeh and give Bestest babbeh the warmest huggies, because Bestest babbeh was a good babbeh. She snorted angrily, as she stared at the empty front yard and nuzzled Bestest babbeh.
“Bestest babbeh gud babbeh” She announced “Nu dummeh babbeh wike Gweenie babbeh!”
Bestest babbeh snuggled her mummah, making a happy chirp “Wub mummah” she replied.
That certainly made Uphie feel better and she continued to snuggle Bestest babbeh, but she still felt sour. Gweenie babbeh was a bad babbeh who was hiding from her mummah, dummeh daddeh was the absolute worstest, and mummah… Did mummah really abandon her? Did mummah really not wuv her anymore? The thought that after all this time, she had lost her housie. She began to tremble at the possibility that she needed to venture back in the scawy outsie again.
Suddenly the door opened. Uphie tensed up and got ready to scream, expecting dummeh daddeh to be the one to open the door again, but she was surprised when it turned out to be mummah. Her pout turned to a warm smile, and ignoring the hurties in her hoofies, she immediately sprinted toward her mummah and hugged her mummah’s leg.
“Mummah! Mummah!” She cried “Uwpee sowwi fo wun away! Uwpee su sowwi!”
Mummah did not reply. She simply closed the door, as she sat down on the porch. Uphie tried to take this an opportunity to climb on her mummah’s lap, but was left disappointed when mummah removed her and placed her back on the porch.
“Mummah nu wuv Uwpee?” Uphie asked, as tears began to form.
Mummah just stared at her. It was dark and the only light came from the window, but even then Uphie could see her mummah’s face and it looked very cold and very scary. It frightened Uphie and she let out a small whimper as she lowered her head down in fear.
“Mu… Mummah?” She asked.
Uphie approached slowly and mummah just continued staring at her. She noticed that mummah wasn’t doing anything. Just giving Uphie that cold, scary look and she got closer, she felt a little more confident and stood up on her hind legs. She shook her fore legs about, trying to dance for mummah. Mummah did not say anything that, but that did not deter Uphie, who then raised her fore legs towards her mummah.
“Huggies?” Uphie asked as cutely as she possibly could.
“No” Mummah replied in a cold tone.
Uphie stared at her mummah in disbelief and got down to all fours. She hated this and felt that this was so unfair. She had already said sorry and she already forgave Mummah for leaving her outside, so why was her mummah still being such a meanie? She just had to know.
“Y mummah?!” She cried out “Y nu gib Uwpee huggies n wuv?!”
Mummah continued giving her that cold look, before asking “Why should I Uphie?”
Uphie looked at her in confusion. Why? Wasn’t the answer obvious?
“Becaw Fwuffies am fo huggies n wuv!”
“I see? Even Bad Fluffies?”
Uphie stared at her mummah in disbelief. “Uwpee am nut bad Fwuffy! Am gud Fwuffy”.
“Oh really?”
“Yesh! Uwpee am gud Fwuffy dat…”
Suddenly mummah interrupted her and began listing out all her misdeed. Demanding mummah’s attention while she was talking to someone else, eating nummies that were not for her and asking for nyu sketti when mummah had already made her sketti. Uphie stayed quiet. She dated not be an bad Fluffy that interrupted her mummah. However, Uphie could not stay silent when mummah started lecturing her for calling daddeh a dummeh and asking mummah to give dummeh daddeh owwies and shouties.
“Bu dummeh daddeh am meanie mun…”
“I’m talking Uphie” came mummah’s voice, sounding both harsh and firm.
Uphie flinched under mummah’s harsh voice and lowered her head in shame, making a low whine from being shouted at.
“It’s pretty cold, right?” Mummah suddenly asked
Uphie nodded. It was indeed cold. She tried to snuggle against mummah for warmth, but was pushed aside and could only let out a pitiful whine, whimpering “Y mummah?” softly
“Alize said he found you in an alleyway in some box. Imagine he did not rescue you or imagine if he just left you there…”
Uphie stared at her mummah in horror as she began to think about that boxsie. She remembered that it was so cold that it was hard to move, and she remembered that even though she was nuzzling both Bestest babbeh and Gweenie babbeh, she just felt the worstest coldie owwies. However, mummah had not stopped talking describing the scene.
“Imagining being so cold that your urine freezes. You know that happens to Fluffies? They urinate on the box and it freezes and leaves them trapped. They cannot escape and slowly they get more and more hungry…”
Uphie whimpered at that frighting description. The idea that she was trapped to a boxsie and could not escape. Slowly getting more and more tummy owwies and unable to find nummies. She did not like this and wanted mummah to stop. However, mummah did not stop. She continued and she started saying some horrific things.
“Maybe you could ask Bestest babbeh and Gweenie babbeh to find you food, but I doubt either would actually be able to manage. Maybe they would leave and never come back, and you would be left wondering if they abandoned you or died. Maybe they would be too scared and you would be so hungry that you just need a bite and then chomp, you start eating your foals, and…”
“Pwease mummah!” Uphie begged “Uwpee nu wan heaw nu mowe”
Uphie had started to cry and wanted her mummah to stop. She tried to nuzzle her mummah again for comfort, but found herself pushed away, and she broke into a full blown wail.
“Nu wan anymo, mummah! Nu wan scawy stowies! Tu scawy! Tu scawy! Nu wan wisten!”
“Oh? You don’t want to listen to me anymore? Fine I’ll go.”
Uphie’s see places widened with shock and she tried to grab her mummah, but mummah pushed her away as she stood up and headed for the door.
“Wait mummah!” Uphie pleaded “Uwpee sowwi! Uwpee wisten! Upwee wisten!”
Mummah stared at her again. It was that same scary cold look and Uphie shuddered under the frightening gaze and Uphie could not help but make a small whimper. Mummah then sat back down and Uphie sat next to her. Uphie again tried to nuzzle her mummah, but again found herself pushed away.
“Y mummah?” She softly asked.
“You know. Being trapped in that box would not have been the worst thing. Maybe another human would have found you.”
“Notha hooman?”
“Yeah. You think daddy is a mean monster? You don’t know what a real monster is.”
Uphie found herself trembling from that line. Not just because of the words, but because of the face mummah was making. Mummah had a very cruel smile and she began talking about hoomans that would give Uphie hurties. Something about a hooman who would make her give her babbehs foebah sweepies fo nummies or making her give her babbehs hurties or she would get hurties. Mummah even said something about putting her babbehs back into her tummy from her no no place. All with those very scary eyes and that scary smiles, but then mummah suddenly stopped. Her face began cold and angry again and she gave Uphie that mean look, but then her look turned a little kinder.
“The point I am trying to make here Uphie is that without your daddy, life would have been a lot harder for you. I understand that he hurt you, but honestly it’s nothing compared to what some of the really scary humans would do to you, and none of them would have taken you to a doctor and one of them would have returned you to me. Lize was already a lot better than most humans and yet you still call him a dummy and still asked me to hurt and shout at him. Without him you would have most likely died, and this is how you repay him. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Uphie nodded. Even if she did not, she would have still nodded just make to mummah stop talking about all the scary things the meanie munstah hoomans would have done to her. However, she did understand what mummah was talking about and looked down in shame.
“Uwpee, sowwi mummah.” She muttered
“Sorry for what?” Her mummah asked.
“Sowwi fo caww daddeh, dummeh n ask mummah tu gib du… Daddeh hurties n shouties.”
“Good. Now make sure to tell Lize sorry as well. Oh and I expect Bestest babbeh to apologize as well.”
Uphie nodded and looked at her mummah expectantly. She was hoping for a hug, now that she realized what she did wrong, but would only receive disappointment when mummah stood up and went back inside. However, it would seem that she was finally allowed back in, as mummah stood next to the door and told her she was allowed back inside. Overjoyed, she quickly picked up Bestest babbeh with her teeth and ran inside, trying to say “tank you” as she walked through the door.
Alize was munching on another slice of pizza on the sofa and was watching Veve play with Uphie’s old toys. After hearing Millie’s absolutely gorgeous rendition, totally not biased, of It’s a Small World, Veve had managed to relax a bit and Millie had informed the foal that she was going to let Uphie in later, allowing for Veve to ease up enough to enjoy the moment. Currently the foal was just hugging some of the Stuffed Friends and Alize had never realized the obscene amount of stuffed toys Uphie once owned.
He was trying to figure out, how much all the stuffed toys must have costs, but was cut short when trouble came scurrying in. Uphie ran past Millie with Bestest babbeh in her mouth and plopped the foal on the floor, next to the heater. She then began nuzzling Bestest babbeh and that’s when she noticed Veve on the carpet, next to the coffee table, hugging a Stuffed Friends. Suddenly Uphie made a loud screech.
“Gweenie babbeh in housie! Mummah wook fo yu!” Uphie screamed
Veve suddenly turned to her mummah in fear, startled by all the loud noises she was making, and started to tremble as Uphie stormed towards her.
“Gweenie babbeh pwaying wit toysies!? Mummah n sistah so scawd n hab cold owwies n Gweenie babbeh nu hewp?! Onwy pway with toysies!!! Gweenie babbeh am bad babbeh!!”
Alize carefully picked up Veve, because he felt that Uphie was going to hurt the poor foal. Veve made a surprised chirp and looked at him in confusion and Uphie also looked at him in confusion.
“Daddeh? Pwease gib Gweenie babbeh bac tu Uwpee. Uwpee nee gib Gweenie babbeh sowwi hoofie fo being bad babbeh.”
Alize looked at Millie for instruction. Unsure what Millie wanted to do with Veve, and Millie chuckled.
“Before that don’t you and Bestest babbeh have something to say to your daddy?” Millie asked Uphie.
Uphie suddenly looked embarrassed and nodded. She was about to apologize, but she seemed hesitant. She stared at Alize silently for a few seconds, before looking down.
“Sowwi fo cawwing daddeh dummeh” She muttered “Onwy caww dummeh daddeh n teww mummah tu gib daddeh worstest owwies n shouties, becaw daddeh gib Uwpee worstest hurties n mak Uwpee so angwy… Sowwi.”
Her tone felt remorseless, but she did look apologetic and Alize shrugged. Apologies from a Fluffy always felt so meaningless from him. Like they would say sorry and looked genuinely apologetic, but it would not be long before they repeated their mistakes.
“Um… That’s okay” Alize replied.
Uphie gave him a wide smile, then turned to Millie, clearly looking for validation, but Millie did not smile and only pointed at Bestest babbeh. Uphie seemed to know what that meant, as she quickly ran to Bestest babbeh and shook her foal awake.
“Hu… Uhh…Y… Y mummah gib Bestest babbeh wakies?” Bestest babbeh muttered
“Sowwi Bestest babbeh bu Bestest babbeh hab to sa sowwi to daddeh fo cawwin dummeh daddeh.”
Bestest babbeh made one of the best look of betrayal that Alize had ever seen. He could already see that such a gesture was entirely unfathomable for a Smarty-in-training like it, and it amused him greatly.
“Huh!?!” It practically screamed “Y Bestest babbeh hab sa sowwi tu dummeh daddeh!?!”
Uphie looked at Bestest babbeh in alarm “Nu caww daddeh dumeeh, Bestest” she whispered noisily.
Bestest babbeh gave her a perplexed look, but stood her ground “Dummeh meanie daddeh gib Bestest babbeh hurties n sey wiww gib Bestest babbeh foebah sweepies! Bestest babbeh nu sowwi!”
“Nu nu nu nu Bestest babbeh, nee sa sowwi!”
Bestest babbeh began to throw a tantrum, screaming “nu sowwi!” repeatedly while flailing its legs and Uphie was freaking out and staring at her mummah in fear.
“Clearly this isn’t working out” Millie suddenly announced. “Lize lets bring Uphie and Bestest babbeh to the shelter tomorrow morning.”
Uphie stared at her mummah in horror. Shelter? She had heard of those before, how could she not. There was that one tee bee show about shelters and, even if it had been a long time since she saw it, she would never forget it. Pictures of Fwuffies crying behind a dozen sorry boxies. Fwuffies giving each other sowwy hoofies over toysies n nummies. That haunting image of a Fwuffy atop a pile of poopies covered in wormy munstahs. The thought of being sent to a place like that.
“Nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu…”
Uphie suddenly turned to Bestest babbeh with rage. “Bestest babbeh sa sowwi to daddeh wite nao!” She screamed.
Alize found himself quite amused. That look of terror on Bestest babbeh’s face was priceless, as he realized that Bestest babbeh had probably never been scolded by it’s mummah before. A point that felt all the more justified when he noticed that Bestest babbeh had pissed itself. Uphie had noticed this to and lookedall the more enraged.
“Nu mak bad pee pees! Sa sowwi to daddeh wite nao!”
Bestest babbeh began to nod vigorously. “Sowwi daddeh! Sowwi daddeh!” It screamed.
Uphie began to calm down. “Mummah! Mummah! Bestest babbeh sa sowwi tu daddeh! Nu nee tu sen Uwpee n Bestest babbeh tu shewter!!”
Millie could not help but smile. She had just figured out how to move to the next stage of her plan. Uphie was looking at her with a hopeful smile and Bestest babbeh was wailing, as she clung to her mummah. She ignored them, as she walked past and kissed her Alize on the cheek, and took Veve from his grasp. The poor little green foal was looking so scared. She was so adorable, and they way she kept crying for her mummah. It would be quite terrible if someone were to turn her beloved mummah against her. A sadistic smile lined Millie’s face and she turned to face Uphie.
“Sorry Uphie. I don’t need you anymore. I have a new forever baby. Her name is Veve.”
Uphie’s face was one of sheer betrayal. The realization that she was not as special as she initially thought. On any other Fluffy, Millie would have found such a face deliciously delightful, but on Uphie, such a face felt like nothing more than disgusting hypocrisy. To show such a face when she had betrayed Millie by running away. Yet Millie was able to maintain her smile, as she nuzzled on a confused and frightened Veve, meanwhile Uphie finally managed to find her words.
“Mu… Mummah nu nee Uwpee anymo… Becaw Gweenie babbeh?!”
“Not Gweenie babbeh. Veve. Her name is Veve now.”
“Mummah gib Gweenie babbeh nyu namsie? N… N… N nu wuv Uwpee nu mo?”
Uphie began tapping one of her front hooves on the floor rapidly, while sucking on the other front hoof. Millie recognized it. It was her nervous ticks, and she knew that tantrums were to follow. Right on cue, Uphie plopped down on the floor and began to bang her legs on the floor as she shook about in a frenzy.
“Meanie mummah!” She screamed “Y no wuv Uwpee nu mo! Y wuv dummeh Gweenie babbeh! Y send Uwpee n Bestest babbeh tu meanie scawy shewter! Dun wan! Dun wan! Dun wan!”
“Uphie!” Millie replied with fake appall. “How could you call your own baby a dummy and her name is Veve. Not Gweenie babbeh.”
Uphie continued to throw a tantrum, ignoring Millie’s reply, as she continued to scream “dun wan!” over and over again. Millie gave Alize a sweet smile while pointing at the Fluffy carrier, and Alize smiled back, as he finally got to do something that Millie would never let him do in the past, punish Uphie for throwing a tantrum. He suddenly grabbed Uphie by the scruff of her neck as she screamed “Bad Upsies” and then toss her into the Fluffy carrier.
She tried to run out, but Alize flicked her snoot, and though it might have been patched up, it was still quite damaged and very sensitive. The flick sent waves of pain all across her body and she screamed as she evacuated her bowels into the back of the carrier, and she was unable to react as Alize threw an equally loud Bestest babbeh in her face, slamming the metal cage door and locking them both in. Bestest babbeh scrambled on to its feet and started screaming “Dummeh daddeh” as it clung to metal bars of the cage door, while Uphie writhed around the carrier in agony.
“Where should I put the carrier for now?” He asked.
Millie pointed to Uphie’s safe room, as she started consoling Veve, petting the foal and saying stuff about how Veve was a good baby, all with that scary evil smile, and Alize quickly went to the safe room to put the offending mother away.
He opened the lights and looked around. After Uphie had run away, the safe room had been turned into a storage room of sorts. However, evidence that this was a Fluffy safe room were still very clear. The floor still had that soft, carpeted padding and the walls had thick layers of padding as well, though some of that padding had been destroyed by Millie during the more destructive moments of her depression. Above the padding the walls still had that paint of a light blue sky with white clouds, though it all felt kind of faded.
Alize placed the carrier box down at the far corner of the room, among some storage box, purposely placing the carrier opening towards a wall, so there was nothing for Uphie and Prie to look at. Both of them were still screaming, but Alize ignored them as he looked around the room. A bay window at the center of one wall, covered with pastel colored curtains. The bay window itself made of shiny wood. Next to the bay window was an antique table and many strong white storage boxes where neatly arranged against the wall.
What really hit Alize though was all the space. He really never thought about it until today, but without all the Fluffy stuff scattered around, it occurred to him that this was a lot of space. This was after all, a guest bedroom, which had been converted into a safe space for a singular Fluffy. This place could easily house seven fully grown Fluffies comfortably, yet was one used to house one single, ungrateful mare. It felt like such a waste.
Thinking of waste made Alize think about all the other expenses Millie had incurred in order to spoil her Fluffy. The entire renovation of the room costed at least a ten thousand dollars, as these were high quality padding from Hasbio and there was also the cost of delivery and man power. Alize pressed on the wall padding. It was so thick that he couldn’t actually touch the wall. A Fluffy could charge at the wall at full speed and come out with nothing but a small bump, and the carpeted floor felt soft on his feet and was apparently made of some synthetic nylon that made it easy to clean Fluffy waste.
It was not just the room. All those stuffed toys that Veve had been playing with, so Uphie would never feel lonely. That costly castle themed bed that with the scented, thermal regulating mattress, night lights and speakers. One of many beds that Millie had bought for Uphie. The extravagant portable ball pit and slide. The expensive Fluffy TV. Alize looked at the wall where the TV used to be mounted. The TV was gone. It was one of the first things Millie destroyed when she went berserk that one time. Plus there was all those other kinds of premium toys, branded food items and it wasn’t just the money. The amount of patience, time and effort Millie had given to make sure that Uphie was always happy, yet to know that it meant nothing to Uphie, who still ran away, frustrated Alize so much.
Uphie and Bestest babbeh were still making noise. Somehow those two still had the energy. Uphie was crying and pleading “Nu shewtew” over and over again, while Bestest babbeh was simply screaming. Alize kicked the Fluffy carrier. Not too hard, but just enough to relieve some of that frustration he felt. Both Fluffies screamed again and both would scream even louder when Alize turned off the lights, but then he left and closed the safe room door, and the screams were muffled significantly.
Millie was sat by the dining table when Alize came back from the safe room. She had managed to calm Veve down by telling the foal that Uphie had just become scared and didn’t know what she was saying, and reassuring Veve that she was still very much loved by her mother. Of course, the foal took it all in at face value and stopped crying. One Veve had calmed down, the cute little thing quickly fell asleep and Millie had put the foal to bed.
Veve’s bed was Uphie’s old bed when Uphie was still a foal. A Hasbio Premium Porta-Bed. It was a dark blue plastic box roughly the same size as a shoe box. Inside was a very soft, temperature regulating mattress covered in pink fur that mimicked that of a Fluffy and, even after years of storage, the mattress still emitted a pleasant lavender scent. All of this allowed for a Fluffy to get a very restful sleep and Veve looked very cute on the bed, surrounded by numerous Stuffed Friends, and tucked into the small multi-colored quilt. It was quite an adorable sight.
So cute. So naive. So vulnerable. Millie could not help but giggle mischievously at the idea of placing the Porta-Bed in some random location. Imagine putting the Porta-Bed on some river, the faces Veve would make, as she woke up floating down a freezing stream, spending days in filth and despair before she would eventually succumb to hunger, or maybe in some tunnel, surrounded only by darkness. Veve would most likely be unable to leave the comfort of her bed, so what would kill her first, hunger or fear. Such idea, while amusingly depraved, were best saved for other Fluffies. For Veve, she wanted to see the adorable faces this darling little foal would make, as her mother slowly turned against her. Imagining such faces brought another cruel smile to her face.
“Okay. You are kind of scaring me” Came Alize’s voice.
Millie turned to her left to see Alize looking at her in worry, but more than that, she could see sadness in his eyes. It looked so cute, yet made her concerned. She held his hand gently, as she stood up.
“What’s wrong baby?” She asked sweetly.
Alize looked at her in confusion “Uh… Huh? Nothing”
Millie gave him a doubtful glance. “No… Somethings definitely troubling you.”
Alize looked away in embarrassment at being exposed like that and sighed with a soft chuckle.
“Nothing” he said with a small smile.
“Come on. What’s really bothering you. I’m your girlfriend. You should be sharing your problems with me, not keeping them secret.”
“It’s not a problem…” he quickly replied “J… Just… Uh… I guess I just feel a little annoyed about how little Uphie appreciates you that’s all, but then again fucking Fluffies am I ri…”
“I don’t care about Uphie’s appreciation. I only care about yours”
Millie suddenly gave him a loving kiss and he blushed a bright red, as Millie pulled away slowly. Millie held his hand tightly, and led him to the sofa. She turned on the TV and put on the streaming service. Quickly glancing at the clock, she looked at the time: 06:30 pm. Excellent. She had only wasted two hours with Uphie and still had plenty of the night to spend with Alize.
“You are staying overnight, right?” She asked
Alize blushed as he nodded and he looked so adorable that she could not help but push him down on the sofa.
“So we gonna talk about this new thing you have for hurting Fluffies?” Alize asked
“Hmm what’s there to talk about?”
“Can’t help but notice that you kept calling Veve cute, but you keep making those creepy happy faces like those stalker anime girls when they finally captured the guy.”
Millie snorted as such a comparison.
“Okay Mr. Weeb. Sure sure”
Alize chuckled as he playfully pushed Millie aside, and the two sat back down on the sofa, staring at the empty screen for a few seconds before Millie broke the silence.
“You know those abusers who keep saying how cute Fluffies are and then posted fucked up pictures of Fluffies they mutilated or such?”
“Oh? Those cute aggression abusers?”
“Yeah. I’m 100% one of them.”
“Eh?”
Millie suddenly got up and grabbed the two Fluffy food bowls filled with Uphie’s partially eaten sketti, then motioned for Alliott to follow her to the backyard.
“What are we doing out here?” He asked.
“Open the compost box” Millie ordered softly.
Alize opened the box as he was told and thanks to the light from the garden shed, he was able to see the gruesome sight of a Fluffy ripped to bits atop a heap of waste. Blood sprayed across the wall and the face of the Fluffy, mouth open wide with its eyes rolled to the back of its head. It was clear that this Fluffy suffered, and as he continued staring, he saw movement. Two foals, came out of the corpse and stared at him with miserable eyes.
“Hewp mistah” One foal called out.
“Sooo cowd” The other foal cried.
“I have sketti!” Millie replied.
Whatever misery and fear they held was quickly overwritten by a ravenous hunger as both foals began to chanting “Sketti”. Their chanting rapidly shifting to cheers as the sketti was poured into the bin.
“Mii, what the fuck!” Alize muttered.
Millie giggled “Bought some sketti online. Messed up cans that turned Fluffies them into addicts”
Alize said nothing, but he felt odd. Fluffy abuse was almost always amusing to him, and he did like some of the more savage Fluffy abuse content. Heck he even remembered doing something just as brutal to a Smarty, but such savagery from his Hugbox, or rather former Hugbox girlfriend, felt disconcerting. Like seeing a kindergartener innocently maul a baby bird. It just felt wrong.
“That’s a weird face you’re making” Millie commented
Alize blinked a couple times in confusion before trying to smile “Uh… Pretty brutal”
“You don’t approve?”
“What? No. No. No. You know me. I like a good Fluffy mutilation from time to time…”
“But it feels wrongs coming from me, huh?”
Alize chuckled nervously “D… Did I really make it that obvious?”
Millie shrugged and looked down. She didn’t seem that upset, but she had a small frown, one that was just enough to make Alize feel guilty.
“Hey hey hey!” he quickly added “I’m not box shaming. It’s just… Um… Surprising? Yeah! Surprising coming from… Well, you.”
Millie smiled and squeezed her boyfriend’s hand gently.
“I know. I’m not upset about that. It’s just this, plus something Uphie said earlier, it just made me realize that I was probably such a troublesome girlfriend back then.”
Alize gently held Millie’s other hand and squeezed it supportively, as he gave her a warm smile.
“Nah you were fine… Maybe too much of an extreme Hugboxer… Uh… But…”
Alize was interrupted by another kiss and he looked down
“Oh a scale of 1 to 10 how am I currently rating as a girlfriend?”
“10/10 with an extra point for that bloody Fluffy abuser look you had earlier this afternoon”
“Oh? You like the blood apron do ya?”
Another kiss, and the two sat down on the porch, staring at the starry night sky as they shared sweet, seductive compliments about each other. They could have spent the whole night flirting and other such romantic gesture, but eventually the cold air finally got to them, and they decided to go back inside where it was nice and warm, but before they could go in, Alize just had to know.
“Are we really taking Uphie and Bestest babbeh to a shelter tomorrow?” Alize asked.
Millie smiled and shook her head “No. I just said that to move on to the next part of my plan.”
“What plan?”
“Oh… Simply speaking, I plan to show Uphie how tough real life is for an adult.”
“I’m pretty sure she already know how tough real life is.”
“No no no. Not the harsh life of a forest feral. I’m think about letting her living a harsh human life.”
“Huh?”
Millie chuckled. “There was this guy called Ring of Fire. Do you know him?”
Alize nodded. He had heard of him, heard the guy stopped making content a while back.
“Yeah I remember that name. What about him?”
“He had this lovely video series called the Life of Adult…”
“Oh! I remembered that. Forced a foal to get a job, pay for rent and food. Didn’t he stop midway?”
“Yeah. Someone else, I think it was Weeiirrrd, continued his work, but the main point…”
“You’re going to make Uphie do something similar”
Millie nodded.
“And Bestest babbeh?”
“What’s harder than trying to live on your own with little to no life experience? The same thing, but as a single mother who has to support both yourself and your child.”
Alize nodded in agreement. That was much harder indeed and he could imagine Uphie being quite miserable from this whole thing, but there was one missing from the picture.
“What about Veve?”
Millie suddenly smiled cruely.
“Imagine being loved and cared for by your human owner, but the more your human owner loved you, the more you real mother began to hate you. Imagine having no clue why your Fluffy mama hate you, but the more days past the more you despair as you feel the rift between your mama and you split, as you just try to live your life. Imagine how horrid it would be.”
“And the end game?”
Millie shrugged “Not sure yet. I’ll figure it out”
Alize thought about it, as Millie led him back in. He had to admit. He never expected this to happen when he decided to return Uphie back to her mummah, but he was certainly happy he did.
